Orale homie Hey Holmes You know what my name is Heart only, eyes and anus Defendant versus plaintiff But that ain't why I'm famous Lyrics about life and death Spoken in sign language The shoe is inside of you And I'm doing time to change it But with the cane, I'm able To put food on the table Check it out, Holmes, I'm Cholo Pants way above my navel Got product in my pockets Dolos in the garages Then Pacman and Hodges Broke me up on all the charges And of course, you wish you could climb the wall washer behind the wall I'm a pen pal I write lines With no lifeline to call Short, stocky, and cocky My body was designed to brawl Just thinking out loud is a threat Without even trying at all Five-six Three hundred and fifty pound 2Pac I’d blast you but in here I have mastered the 52 block My little niggas on the floor looking for every jewel drop Pro club Crew neck Knee-high tube socks Then the little homie said: OG I like your clothes I just smiled and said: Come here And let me wipe your nose One foot will show you where I'm from When I strike a pose Take nine lives from them cats over there You'll get stripes for those Nylon Cortez As dangerous as Juarez I'm zero to a hundred, homie You know what the score is We always up because You know, I love you, blood It's little Carlo and mi vato Mr. Muggerud Jokers and cartoons, ah ah Little red balloons, ah ah Bird inside a cage Life sentence on a page Judgment coming soon, ah ah ah It's fucked up, Holmes Don't know how to feel about the freedom We're doing life either way Shit, I didn't want to leave them But no more beef And I even became a vegan But enemies, if I see 'em Still gonna want to eat 'em Look at me, Loosey Goosey Lots of love all around me Before you know it Wanna get some blood on my brownies I start to get the feeling What neighborhood you live in I know he's with his children But ooh I want to kill him I end up giving passes To all their lucky asses I laughed and looked the other way While listening to the classics But now I've got to hear that shit they talk about I'm getting soft Baby gangstas clocking in for work While I'm getting off I almost took my handgun About to kill someone random Until I had the vision That prison's really your opinion If I could stop caring for one second I'd be free And whatever else I decided to be I'd still be me But I'd still be G Now would you like to be my neighbor? Or keep returning fire If you can't return the favor? You see there's hardly any room to sleep In this house of ours Especially when the house you live in Is a house of cards Jokers and cartoons Ah ah Little blue balloons Ah ah Bird inside a cage, life sentence on a page Judgment coming soon, ah ah ah