So hot, so
hot, so hot
So you can say I'm a waste of
You must respect our program
San
Quentin, baby, steady comin' with your
ass
So tighten up on your gang, folks
The place we claim is the
West
Coast
You talk that shit,
you'll never speak again
This song for real,
you better know what you leapin' in
Vegetable niggas never eat again
Family never see him again
Dead niggas never beef again
4 -5, take your chest out
Find out what you're best bout
Then we to the next route
You really need more than
your mini 1 -4?
Hand -grip patriot, blow down your doors
Bout to bring back kidnap
pings and fatal stabbings
Long as we all counting for it, who
cares what happens?
Call me tasteless,
cause my gangsta influence
To sell crack,
fuck hood rats and do shootings
In the
Bay, it ain't no colors
But just like
L .A., you will get smothered
Feel more my hood,
feel more bad than good
Where every rapper and
CEO like
Popkin should
Nigga don't hit your mask crack,
Nigga don't hit your mask crack,
Nigga don't hit your mask crack,
Lay around on that fast track
Say we smack niggas up,
Back niggas up,
Do the mafia then we whack niggas up
Say we smack niggas up,
Back niggas up,
Do the mafia then we whack niggas up
Say the whole shit,
San
Quentin's the dopest
Ride the entertainment,
Water entertainment
Keep the 40 like the lighter,
Ain't no tellin' when I'm flamin'
All the cops in the jails and
the world couldn't tame em
I get money, still dibble and dabble,
J .R., dribble and dunk
I'm on the sidelines with
the missiles that travel
Catch you anywhere, y 'all stuck,
keep your friends away
We shoot the whole car up,
find out if they wanna ride or what
308's out the window, resign your strut
You peasants with your rusty guns,
niggas niggas
My young
FiLMo squad, ill -sickin' niggas
Me tone and rider through
your ghetto
Combine 500 brandin' new vessels
The invisible scent,
princess cut on my neck
Frisco nigga with the tech and the
Glock, demandin' respect
Nigga, don't get your
man's crap
Play around and run that fast track
Say we smack niggas up, back niggas up
Do the mafia, then we whack niggas up
Say we smack niggas up, back niggas up
Do the mafia, then we whack niggas up
I been in the
Bay, eat niggas with they preschool raps
What they flew about, we do that
Fourteen with tapes on the shelf,
man I rep the dirt
Plug my block niggas with my work
I'ma get low nigga, explosive mode
Real parking lot pimp,
yeah I break them hoes
In the bay we hard rappin'
The world about to know about the bay
With
San
Quentin,
JR's backin'
You down on these
CD burners
Bootleggers gonna see the burners
Then it's murder, from the scope to the
O
They move and do blow
Fuck niggas, main bitches and pimp,
they lose hoes
Thirty -five carats on all our wrists
No handcuffs on all our bitches
If I sell dope,
I wanna push a hundred chickens
Hundred man team, hundred
Benz's on twenty -one inches
You respect our program
San
Quentin, baby, steady comin' with jams
So tighten up on your gang folks
The place we claim is the
West
Coast
You must respect our program
San
Quentin, steady comin' with jams
So tighten up on your gang folks
The place we claim is the
West
Coast
Nigga, don't get your mask cracked
Nigga, don't get your mask cracked
Nigga, don't get your mask cracked
Play around, run that fast track
Say we smack niggas up, back niggas up
Do the mafia, then we whack niggas up
Say we smack niggas up, back niggas up
Do the mafia, then we whack niggas up
My day is scripted
This, this happening
Just tell
Ronald
And we, and we gon' get
the stuff that we do
We not gon' act like babies
We not gon' act like, we gon'
act like the same people we do
You
San Quinn 
