Hole In the Head

Gangster Red whassup yo It's a Tribe thang

Madman gonna get cha quick with the cuente

See a gang no there ain't no jugate

Rolling like a psycho with the windows rolled down

Who you looking at You trying to fade me clown

Plato si mon you want static

When you reach for your gat to load your automatic

Boo-yaa spittin' out buckshots

Homey say blood claat so you can call a pig

Cause no one could handle I wind up and loco

Insane in the brain you get the bullet

And a hole in your head a hole in your f**king head

A hole in the head a hole the head

You get a hole in the head in your mother f**king head

A hole in the head a hole in the head

Eight barrel pumping system thumping

See a fine heina comon baby jump in

I stop a cop here let me tell you something

Me and you Bruca we should be humping

If honey likes the mack homey's got her in the bag

But there's vato's rollingout and they're sticking up the flag

He jumps out with the sag hey where ya from homes

It's on he sees him reaching for his chrome

Buckshot to the dome jumps in the Brome

Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home

But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty white boy

At the counter's thinking oh Lordy Lordy

Pushing on the button panicking for nutting

Pigs on the way aiyyo he smells bacon

Dips out the store one time hits the corner

And he hits the f**king alley like his homes was Pop Warner

Still had the forty comin' at the alley

Seen the chief's son pig officer O Malley

In the black and white thinking he's gonna check him right

Wrong it's gonna be on that pig better suck a la chrome

A to the motherf**king K

You know whassup Sen

Get your a** down and by the way

You get a hole in your head a f**king hole in your head

A hole in your head a hole your head

You get a hole in the head in your mother f**king head

A hole in the head a hole in the head

A Scooby Doo y'all a Scooby Doo y'all

A Scooby Doo y'all a doobie doobie doo y'all

A Scooby Doo y'all Scooby Doo y'all

A Scooby Doo y'all a Scooby doobie doo y'all

Six rolling up and now he's really baffled

Brother's thinking damn I never got this gaffled to' up

Beat down down on the way to the station

Gaffled up from a false accusation oh sh*t

Oink to the pen you know homes the one that's where

The attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined

Made a comb to a shank I'm gonna stick ya

Wet ya you know homes the picture

Yeah you never been to jail boy broomstick up your a**

And by the way

You get a hole in your head a f**king hole in your head

A hole in the head a hole the head

You get a hole in your head in your mother f**king head

A hole in your head a hole in your head

You get a hole in your head in your mother f**king head

A hole in the head a hole in the head

You get a hole in the head in your mother f**king head

A hole in the head a hole in the head

Yeah South Central and the West side teamed up

(It's a Tribe thing)

This is hell boy

(It's a Tribe thing)

Straight up

(It's a Tribe thing)

What side is that Red

Can they kick it Can they kick it

Yeah can they kick it

I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it