[Intro]

This whudd I'm talkin' bout right here

Ross

Just make da shit work a while, my nigga

Triple c's

[J-rock]

All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pans

Lil' ice up what I can

Chick at home sayin' I'm no good

Fuck dat I'm gettin' outta hood

All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pans

Lil' ice up what I can

Chick at home sayin' I'm no good

Fuck dat I'm gettin' outta hood

[Verse 1]

What started as a nickel rock

Took 22 months, now I'm trynna git a block

Fuck football I'm goin' down anotha path

Couldn't pass da test, to tell da truth

I couldn't fuck with math

I did git a shcolaship, but I blew dat

Got high, got a ticket and I flew back

To da hell zone, most straps stand 20 shell toes

Git life on ya cell phone

Quarta ki box of soda, ross whip dat

Career criminal fo' sho', ross with dat

Had to pull my pants up

Boi git 'em brands up

Daddy got some cancer, I neva had da chance ta

Tell him all my plans ta, let em' fuck a danca

Smokin' weed in amsta-dam, with his grandson (damn)

Why he passed on me (on me)

My last hommie (hommie)

I went and bought a bird (fuck)

I want some cash hommie

[J-rock]

All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pans

Lil' ice up what I can

Chick at home sayin' I'm no good

Fuck dat I'm gettin' outta hood

All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pans

Lil' ice up what I can

Chick at home sayin' I'm no good

Fuck dat I'm gettin' outta hood

[Verse 2]

I neva wrote a nigga coat tail

Made her took a dope sell

Fuck it nigga, o wells

Smokin' on dat classified

Rollin' in dat lac' of mine

Know my mind stay numb to da world half da time

Thinkin' bout land rover, damn near was fucked up

Found him in da trunk with anotha dude, fucked up

Da world fucked up, dat's why I'm fucked up

Don't git fucked up, fuck with me - you fucked up

Bitch I'ma ride (ride), bitch I'ma die (die)

When I holla 3-0-5, bitch - dat's on my life

Got a 40 in da car, a choppa in da crib

The grenades down da street, you gotta git it how you live (triple c's)

I know niggas turn 1 into 2 and they do what they do

And boi 'em thangs move

Fishscale git da big mail

In da room full of work

In case they came when they inhale

[J-rock]

All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pans

Lil' ice up what I can

Chick at home sayin' I'm no good

Fuck dat I'm gettin' outta hood

All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pans

Lil' ice up what I can

Chick at home sayin' I'm no good

Fuck dat I'm gettin' outta hood

[Verse 3]

It's time fo' me to cash in, laughin'

Like martin in aston, martin

When I park it, I can see ya bitch heart-beat

So roll out da red carpet, roll up da purple shit

Black navigator flew

Gotta shut ya fuckin' mouth, don't ever take da smooth

Thinkin' of a greata way, to build a greata flow

I hope she got some great head, dat's how I grade a ho'

White beamer in da hood shinin' like a star

Look this half a ki go to da club and I'ma buy da bar

Do it twice a week fuckin' bitches on da otha nites

Promise e-class we'll neva miss anotha fight

Hundred in da bag 5 birds I'ma grab

Turn em' into 8, keep me a clean half

Bakin soda in da work works wonderful

You see ya dreams come true cuz I'm da truth

[J-rock]

All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pans

Lil' ice up what I can

Chick at home sayin' I'm no good

Fuck dat I'm gettin' outta hood

All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pans

Lil' ice up what I can

Chick at home sayin' I'm no good

Fuck dat I'm gettin' outta hood