Thought You Knew lyrics

[Verse 1: PS]
Never gave a f*ck and I still don't
So save your lectures, I'ma gangbang for the rest of my life
A young BG deranged in the brain
The youngest motherf*cker on the chain gang
Yeah I still slang my thangs like a G
Really can I make your ass rest in peace?
No need to waste my energy squabbin'
Quick to pull the trigger, put your ass in a coffin
Never been a baller but I trap many ballin'
Homies y'know I don't give a f*ck, I was starvin'
You better hide your daughter 'cause I'm out to get laid with di*k
And have her sprung on this black ass n*gga
Straight up out the gutter, have her stealin' from her daddy and her mother
Sellin' rocks to the scandalous ass clockers
Ready to meet my snaps, yeah I'm cool like that
And I never gave a f*ck about a stupid ass hoodrat

[Chorus]
b*tches ridin' on my bit
n*ggas hit me up and sh*t
But I'm from the Eastside
Where the n*ggas do or die
Representin' like a dream
'Cause Circle's deep I thought you knew
[Verse 2: Billy Boy]
Uh, uh, uh
As I crack dice from one hood to the next
Doin credit card schemes and cashin' hot checks
I got a 9 for any n*gga that come runnin' up
Keepin' motherf*ckers on the duck
You can give a this or that sling, the yea or the tracks
But when your chick starts choking ya, you gots ta break me off
I sweat ya like Keith until ya give me my ends
If a nickel bag is sold in the park I want in
In the middle of the night when the spot's not hot
You can find Billy Boy rollin' down your block
Hittin' switches 'cause your b*tch is gettin' paid, 'cause that's my way
And all the hoes still wanna f*ck (You know we do)
I bleed like the next man but when the gat is in my hand
You can bet my monkey ass is comin' out on top
LA hustlers can't live without money
So before I make sense I gots ta make a knot
'Cause I can't f*ck without my hoes
And I can't hit no switch without the 6-4
Everybody wanna f*ck a n*gga like me
But I won't be gettin' back in the CPT

[Chorus]
n*ggas tryin to give me stuff
Billy Boy don't give a f*ck
First I warn you with my rhyme
Then I'll f*ck you with my 9
Don't give your pleas 'cause I don't bang
But I'm down to fully slang
40 Thievz end down your crew
'Cause Circle's deep I thought you knew
[Verse 3: Coolio]
I fold a rapper like a dollar just to hear his punk ass holler
Walk into his hood and grab his homies by the collar
Stock 'em all up like a pack of punk b*tches
Now I got his whole crew wearin' heels and doin dishes
You don't wanna see me act a motherf*ckin' fool
Don't you take this sh*t for granted just 'cause n*ggas call me Cool
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
C-O-O-L-I-O G
M to the A, A to the D
A Circle full of n*ggas that you don't wanna see
You ain't nuttin' but a pistol that's f*ckin with a missile
I chew your ass like gristle 'til the ref blows the whistle
Sing a song of six packs, a pocket full of snaps
Ain't no punks in my motherf*ckin' pack
See I use to be broke now I blow indo smoke
First you diss my city then you choke
*cough*

[Chorus]
C-O-M-P-T-O-N
Punk motherf*ckers get two to the chin
I don't give a f*ck what'cha got or who you know
Step to the Maadness, your ass gotta go
Ain't a damn thing changed but [?] year
East Coast, West Coast get this clear
You don't wanna see my crew
'Cause Circle's deep I thought you knew