Now I told you once before it's the mad punk Kickin rough stuff, quick dunk N***a back the funk up yeah Throw your hands in the air, westside's in the place Take the 40 to the head now what you gonna do Deuce tre is in effect, like Keith don't Sweat Don't need to break necks just to gets my respect I stay smooth, until you try to get on my rough side (what side) westside, fool try to take mine Ya start to wonder, I know your name is Stevie Don't think about it fool, cuz you know you can't see me 23, the number's on the tip of your tongue I got ends, and you can't have none So a, slow ya roll deuce tre is in control Listen pay attention and do what you are told, as I flow
Tickity tock, don't stop, yeah the clock is still tickin Ya booty chicken rhymes, mine's a finger lickin Bloodin, crippin, I hear ya body callin I caugt it with my bangin cuz my skills are into ballin (Mary J) ain't the way for me I gets high off my jumpers and my dunks you see So when the fans start to scream with the ooh and the ahh I like the bop bop, bop bop baa (Its like 3 into the 2 and 2 into the 1) Big balla 23 and my job ain't done I get started like the hammer, I finish like Shaquille When ya think ya heard my best well fool look a here Look a here no fear, rap crystal clear Flossin in my chevy with the wind in the air But it's a westside thang, mic size thang Winnin battles ain't nuthin but a chicken wing I eat em one by one, good clean fun No need to bring a gun, come and get some Of this lovable, hugable, my skills are so incredible Stay like Jodeci, I don't know it's time to go, as I flow
Now a verse 3, I think it's time to wrap this thing up Warren G flex the cut, make it go bumpidy bump