Stickin’ 2 da Grind lyrics

(Young Lay)
Chillin in my own hood 87's on the corner
The loc'est side in Vallejo California
But I must warn you it's dangerous on my side of the way
That is why we bump the sounds that get down the lay
Straight mugsta a thugsta that's getting paid
Too fast spliffs in my half of game will make'em pay
The month of may is when I first started my grinds
Slanging brakes even cake in eighty-nine
Things was fine cuz brothers wasn't front in black
Now what do I know thangs was way too wack
Cuz everytime I turn my back there was a new one on the scene
Saying a little bit of nuthing will get in paid green
On magazines rapping the hoes and the whole nine
That ol punk sh*t makes me leave the grind
And go full time in my whole rap career
Cuz I scrap with the raps that you love to hear
Sipping on beer and dojies from the dank spot
I hit the spliffs and split my sh*t and now I can't stop
Pushing crack rock only on the strips and alleyways
It's gangsta lay from the v straight from the cali main
What we caught and sh*t we bag it up and chop it down cut rates
Sell weights pound for pound
Check out the product me show you think you can get served
And if you got with the rest of the n*gga to the curb
Beat down to the ground that like he's there
That's how it's done with a muthaf*cking loc'est playa
The crazy ants spicey ohh and my cousin tay
Riding waves just get a magazine in my n*ggas main
Macking mic lil twan me and spoon d gp and big g and lil reek
Loccest solja smoking doja
And paying the cops no mind why