Favorite One Lyrics

You ain't a thug just a dirty nigga with a gun

You put the hundreds on the top but in the middle hella ones

And taking photos

Cujo pockets bulging like the back on Quasimodo's

I'm California living you already know tho

I'm authentic I need a crib big enough to get lost in it

A big bag big enough that we can all split it

Try and rob us choppas a have you cartwheeling

Old friendships ended but no hard feelings

Nystrom Village project buildings my name carved in it

A Bay Area souvenir i'm loved by all women

Them haters hurting like a cut when alcohol hit it

Roll a dub in a blunt don't like them skinny

Started parking cars in front my granny house i got too many

Check my resy in the streets or jail ask my old celly

Ask my mama been a hustla since i came out of her belly

You love them bay niggas they be going dumb

You love them cali niggas i'm your favorite one

Even on probation he still play with guns

Cuz if he die his mama cry that pain gone weigh a ton

You love them bay niggas they be going dumb

You love them cali niggas i'm your favorite one

Even on probation he still play with guns

Cuz if he die his mama cry that pain gone weigh a ton