Seven forty-six, wake up, hand on my dick
Lakers lost by thirty last night, I'm talking shit
Roll up a Backwood, killer in my spliff
Reading GQ magazine while I take a shit
Walk back to my room, wake up this bitch
Kickin' her out, dick in her mouth, that Compton [C7]shit, boy
I'm on [C7]that monster shit, boy
Chopper out the tɾunk, on [C7]some Compton [C7]shit, boy
I ɾemember flipping dimes and [Bm]shit
Putting five to [C7]them [A]planes, that La Bamba shit
Dr. Dre ain't got [Fm7]time for [Dm7]this, he wearing Beats
I got [Fm7]my [A]ear to [C7]the ground, lil' nigga, I'm in these stɾeets like
Stɾeetlights and [Bm]lead pipes, up in the projects
We gon' make it out but this shit is a slow process
Lean ɾight, keep heat tight, don't ever digest
Hollow tips where your mind ɾest, you [A7forgot
They don't make niggas like [F]me (they don't make niggas like [F]me, they don't make niggas like [F]me)
Nah, they don't make niggas like [F]me (they don't make niggas like [F]me, they don't make niggas like [F]me)
They don't make niggas like [F]me (they don't make niggas like [F]me, they don't make niggas like [F]me)
They don't make niggas like [F]me (they don't make niggas like [F]me, they don't make niggas like [F]me)
Wassup
I'm that nigga that sold packs by the bungalows
Animal out here, my [A]niggas in the jungles know
I'm cold like [F]one below in Green Bay
Had the water on [C7]the block, to [C7]the fiends I was [Am7]a stingray
I had a Z before I seen Jay
I had the West, I used to [C7]sling yay
But sometimes when tables turn like [F]a DJ
Had them [A]ɾocks and [Bm]them [A]bands like [F]Green Day
I used to [C7]listen to, project pepto [C7]stɾaps and [Bm]sell crack
Used to [C7]smoke that Bobby Brown, f*ck ɾats and [Bm]sit back
On my [A]forte, was [Am7]more yay, my [A]enemies got [Fm7]gift-wrapped
The two nicks in two days, got [Fm7]new fits and [Bm]new Js
Thankful for [Dm7]my [A]two Ks, my [A]vision [C7]clear as Blu-ray
Kill your ass today, knock the glue off your toupée
My guns like [F]"hi", leave that shy shit to [C7]Lupe
Then chop the top off the coupe, doomsday
They don't make niggas like [F]me (they don't make niggas like [F]me, they don't make niggas like [F]me)
Nah, they don't make niggas like [F]me (they don't make niggas like [F]me, they don't make niggas like [F]me)
They don't make niggas like [F]me (they don't make niggas like [F]me, they don't make niggas like [F]me)
They don't make niggas like [F]me (they don't make niggas like [F]me, they don't make niggas like [F]me)
Cook crack nigga
