[ Baby S ]
  All of y'all sit back, relax, I take you to the olden time
  When rap rhymes wasn't the only thing I had on my mind
  Pushin nickel sacks of stress, oh how can I get rich?
  Hm - turned on the mic and turn out yo trick, don't switch
  Stayin true is what I'm in this game to do
  Cause Hollywood seems to get around like the flu
  
  [ King T ]
  Yeah and most of all most of y'all bitch-made
  So Baby S and King T emerge from the shizznade
  And put it in the air like the chronic you smoke
  The Westside baby loc and T goin for broke
  So like peep it how we deal it, keep it if you feel it
  All the set-trippin, kill it, it only takes a minute
  For ah King Tee to set the party at ease
  Grab the Silver Satin, roll up some weed
  Snatch a hoodrat with a proper-ass weave
  And dash to the floor and boogie with the rest of the gees
  
  [ CHORUS: Baby S ]
  To all my niggas, get involved
  To all my bitches, get involved
  And if you're down with smokin stress, chronic weed or cess
  Grab your dillznick and squeeze your balls
  To all my bitches, get involved
  To all my niggas, get involved
  And if you're down with smokin cess, chronic weed or stress
  Grab your dillznick and squeeze your balls
  
  [ King T ]
  Hey Baby S, I get stressed with these punks on the tube
  They wanna be me (me) they wanna be you
  (They wanna-be's) That's the only thing that's true
  I swing through, hit em with the bomb like Pooh
  When I'm dippin in my hood with my powder blue Brougham
  Ticklin the switches, Daytons all chrome
  Can't leave it alone, keep em bouncin at the crib
  But hold up Baby S, tell em what you did
  
  [ Baby S ]
  I touched the blue moon, my body feels numb
  Cause busters playa-hatin on the way I choose to come
  One love for my family, immediate killers
  The ones I trust to count my figures while I'm sippin on liquor
  Blazin on some sticky green where I'm put up on the scene
  Up and down, King stuck up in some young teen
  So many dream, we fiend for a woman with cream
  Dippin in my gangsta lean like your video screen
  
  [ CHORUS ]
  
  [ Baby S ]
  Now listen, what you hear is not a test
  It's that realer from the West named Baby S
  And I got the gangsta gangsta hit
  Makin lil' busters wanna write and other brothers fight
  But they can't sound like the niggaroe supreme
  Droppin bombs every time I done stepped on the scene
  Seems my only dream is for platinum plus
  And in God we trust, I gotta do it in a rush
  
  [ King T ]
  Trust we gon' bust, trust we gon' sell
  Cause all through I-A plus the county jail
  That nigga King T known for stackin his mail
  Sittin in ( ? ) waitin on my bail
  California, haters let me warn ya
  Them two killers gamin up on ya
  King T and Baby S navigatin through the West
  All hoods, all sets, some gees on deck
  
  [ CHORUS ]