[Intro: Kon Artis] Haha Ai This time we're gonna do our thing (Huh) Is that aiight wit y'all? (Yeah) Its gotta be cuz we gon do it anyway Ain't that right fellaz (Yeah) Fellaz ain't that right (Yeah) Haha [Chorus: Kon Artis] Tell ya people, that I'm the man I can't be faded, there's been a change of plans You can meet me at the barbershop (At the barbershop) At the barbershop (At the barbershop) You can meet me at the barbershop (C'mon, where?) At the barbershop (At the barbershop) [Kon Artis] Well its friday afternoon and I just woke up (*burp-fart*) That's right I just woke up From an excruciating evening at work, woman so what That its two-thirty-PM, I'm grown dammit straight up And know when through my finger either I think it is time we bust, you know Leave the premisis less you plannin' to cook, I mean it's Three o'clock and I gotta gimme a cut for that Big party tonight thrown at K-P Productions And I don't wanna loose my spot Cuz everybody know "Big O" got the tightest fans on the block So I got to be in that seat at Four o'clock Shoot I need me some crispy-ones to go with my new outfit So tell ya people. [Chorus: Kon Artis] Tell ya people, that I'm the man I can't be faded, there's been a change of plans You can meet me at the barbershop (At the barbershop) At the barbershop (At the barbershop) You can meet me at the barbershop (C'mon, where?) At the barbershop (At the barbershop) [Kuniva] Haha Understand me now, I'm cool as a breeze (Wassup playa, wassup) On the black hand side, gimme some grease (Alright) I want a liner but naw I don't want you to fate me (Nope) A ghetto girl with a attitude to contegrate me So what's happenin', the hood's seein' in I get the scoop on everyone in the ghetto so let's begin Who got shot? (Mike) Who got jumped? (Eric) Who got ganked? (Shay) Who got robbed? (Dee) Who went to jail? (Chuck) Who got saved? (Rick) Who's gettin' money and who's broke as a joke And hear about your lady called me that started smokin' that dope (For Real?) You get it all at this little dusty place Let me be still, she gettin' out the razor from my face You see. [Chorus: Kon Artis] Tell ya people, that I'm the man I can't be faded, there's been a change of plans You can meet me at the barbershop (At the barbershop) At the barbershop (At the barbershop) You can meet me at the barbershop (C'mon, where?) At the barbershop (At the barbershop) [Bizarre] You heard of me, the fat guy that raps Now its time for Bizarre to take off his shower cap Its been five days, I patiently waited Saturday morning, its time to get faded And I mean get faded, "I mean get faded" Damn at four o'clock, I didn't almost make it My barber's name is Sarah, she don't really know how to cut But she gots nice teeth and big ol' butt So two days a week, I get faded for no reason Same ol' haircut, keep it low and breathin' If you see me in a barbershop, go on and run Cuz I'm probably gettin' a perm and my toe-nails done [Proof + (Kon Artis)] Got here full grip, but can't call the cops I gotta get the script from the lips to the barbershop Jump in the seat "Yo gimme the line and" And tell me who came through shinnin' (Homeboy scooped up, in a new truck) (Gave everybody a cup and gave me a few bucks) (Then he started braggin' bout his last lick) Cut me a design along with his address [Swift] You can have a million dollar suit on, shinnin' with ya karats up But it don't mean nothin' if ya floggin' in ya haircut Now who next? (Um I just want my son to get a tech) Whatabout you sweetie? (So what you tryin' say?) I'm just playin' with you baby (Hey He do this all the time) And all you do is whine, and drink wine (Hahaha) Yo' you know that Cho-chie got knocked out (Man) (When?) Early at Le'mott's house (Again?) (I wouldn't let that man sit on my couch) (You was wit him yesterday) (Man what are you talkin' bout?) I'm just about ready to throw y'all out (No you ain't, I'll be here for bout a hour) No I'll raise up the rates [Kon Artis] So go tell ya people, that I'm the man I can't be faded, there's been a change of plans You can meet me at the barbershop (At the barbershop) You can meet me at the barbershop (At the barbershop) You can meet me at the barbershop (C'mon, where?) At the barbershop (At the barbershop)

Dnyc3 Michelin Star restaurants, Cohiba cigar blunts Front row seats at the UFC fights, first class flights Homeowners Association fees and property taxes Earthquake insurance just in case something collapses Wholesale license and DBA's Selling alcohol by the truckload, selling liquor by the case Record labels and streams, billion plays One day I'ma own a baseball team, the Giants or Oakland A's Growing up in the struggle, you gotta be wired right Can't be snitchin' and tellin' on fellas like a vice Gotta be made for hustlin', know your weaknesses and strengths Gotta go with your heart and your gut, trust your instincts When I was growing up they taught me all the rules Never put your right foot in your left shoe I was a quiet dude, I never gave a clue Gotta watch this dude 'cause I'll do somethin' to you, BIATCH! I pull up with the music poundin' Both pockets full, lookin' astoundin' (Astoundin') Check all my mirrors, they be clownin' Gotta watch your surroundings (Your surroundings) I pull up with the music poundin' Both pockets full, lookin' astoundin' (Astoundin') Check all my mirrors, they be clownin' (Clowinin') Gotta watch your surroundings Kudos to my inmates in them fire camps Programmin' and doin' their time like some champs Reading books and eating healthy with no pork Cardio, push-ups and bar work My uncle used to always tell me, 'Nephew, go for it Don't be tryna buy it if you know you can't afford it If the good Lord bless you when you come across a check Say 'Thank you, Jesus,' show some respect' Keep quiet as it can be, careful, don't flamboast They'll run through your pockets, take off your clothes They'll mix you, they'll kick when you out cold No matter the age, young or old Livin' out here in the sludge where they hold a grudge and they bust 7-point-6-2's and double eye bucks I'm from Vallejo, California, the Yay Startup company, Seed A, BIATCH! I pull up with the music poundin' Both pockets full, lookin' astoundin' (Astoundin') Check all my mirrors, they be clownin' Gotta watch your surroundings (Your surroundings) I pull up with the music poundin' Both pockets full, lookin' astoundin' (Astoundin') Check all my mirrors, they be clownin' (Clownin') Gotta watch your surroundings So many catastrophes, so much stress Where elementary teachers get paid less Watch your surroundings, stay ready and pack a gat When you're washing your clothes at the laundromat The closest ones to you will set you up Give you up for a couple of bucks Break bread with the enemies, split the worth Then go to Neiman's and purchase a man purse Life is too short, so one don't plan to live long Sorrow and hurt, the mamas cry on the phone Face on a shirt, they can't afford a tombstone Ain't nobody home when you ask for a loan Gotta watch 'em 'cause they quick Go in the gas station and get bipped Break your car window, take your belongings Your backpack, your laptop, and all your earnings, BIATCH! I pull up with the music poundin' Both pockets full, lookin' astoundin' (Astoundin') Check all my mirrors, they be clownin' Gotta watch your surroundings (Your surroundings) I pull up with the music poundin' Both pockets full, lookin' astoundin' (Astoundin') Check all my mirrors, they be clownin' (Clownin') Gotta watch your surroundings Gotta watch your surroundings (Your surroundings) Gotta watch your surroundings (Your surroundings) Gotta watch your surroundings (Your surroundings) Gotta watch your surroundings (Your surroundings)

I would never give my money to a barbershop I grow my lion's mane according to the will of Jah Cause I'm a natty dreadlock I and I a Rasta I'm a natty dreadlock I would never give my money to a barbershop I grow my lion's mane according to the will of Jah Cause I'm a natty dreadlock I and I a Rasta I'm a natty dreadlock I man will grow my roots until they reach the ground As a symbol of the Love for Jah that I and I have found So that everwhere I go all of my people know They're not fighting alone Cause when the wicked man sees I and I crown He sees a tree he could never ever cut down And when he hears our righteous and Iternal sound He goes back underground, nowhere to be found But I say to the wicked man When will you change your evil ways Lord I say, to the baldhead man When will you learn to stop your fuss and fight and live up in the truth and right and join up with your brotherman and say I would never give my money to a barbershop I grow my lion's mane according to the will of Jah Cause I'm a natty dreadlock I and I a Rasta I'm a natty dreadlock I knew a man who walked the streets in a suit and tie With fear down in his heart and in his lowered eyes He gave up Love for the pursuit of money Sucking blood instead of drinking milk and honey Working for the blackhearted establishment Furthering the murdering of the innocent He built an empire out of the blood of man And turned his back on the Father's hands But he never realized his compromise until he reached the gates of Zion Never tried to purify his heart until the judgement day Now he sits in darkness and his memories they burn him up like fire Waiting for the cool water of the Father to wash them away So go ahead and give all the barberman and the clothes companies your hard earned cash money But I man no deal with vanity cause it keeps humanity from living free Strictly roots and culture is all I need to achieve heartical livity So keep your clippers from my head cause I'm a dready natural natty I would never give my money to a barbershop I grow my lion's mane according to the will of Jah Cause I'm a natty dreadlock I and I a Rasta I'm a natty dreadlock I would never give my money to a barbershop I grow my lion's mane according to the will of Jah Cause I'm a natty dreadlock I and I a Rasta I'm a natty dreadlock

I can send a missile I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel Eyes peeled when I wiggle I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel This is not a starter pistol (No, no) I got my head on a swivel, swivel (Yeah) I got my head on a swivel If you need me just whistle I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel From the depths of the sea Blowing trees in the big leagues I got a plan, I'm going ham on all you DBs You better double me up, safety cover me up Single coverage won't work boy, I'll burn him up Give me the damn ball, move the chains at the same time Dressed to impress when it's game time, flame mine I'm wide open, hoping, scoping out the sea Catch a quick screen, cake walk on your whole team Will he beam, will he run, will he walk, talk, or will he lean I need riders and goons when I build a team I get it cracking with the snap of the wrist It's nothing less than a championship, now peep this Call a few plays then break the huddle Check that D, they in the zone no rebuttal I can throw a strike down the pipe about 80 Hand full of rings, I'm shady like Brady I can send a missile I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel Eyes peeled when I wiggle I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel This is not a starter pistol (No, no) I got my head on a swivel, swivel (Yeah) I got my head on a swivel If you need me just whistle I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel I'm in full beast mode, too code to be cut down Lifting weights, staying in shape, won't be shut down Antonio Brown or Julio Jones One on each side, now who do you zone They on me like a bloodhound cause I won't go down It's like a merry-go-round the way I'm bending my routes I'm so sick with this, they can't stick me Stick to to this Sports Illustrated, get a flick of this Lost him, cross him, quarterback toss Highest point homie had the Randy Moss him One hand as I shook him off me Some OBJ with a dab of that DJ coffin, get off me Call a few plays then break the huddle Check that D, they in the zone no rebuttal I can throw a strike down the pipe about 80 Hand full of rings, I'm shady like Brady I can send a missile I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel Eyes peeled when I wiggle I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel This is not a starter pistol (No, no) I got my head on a swivel, swivel (Yeah) I got my head on a swivel If you need me just whistle I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel If you play wing back, slot end, or receiver You got to outwork your opponent or you won't receive a Pass from the quarterback cause he's under pressure They get a couple 1DB's about to press up Looking apart from the start, on the dress up Coach on the play, I'm hoping that he don't mess up Ayy back up off me, you playing me close You bout to be hot buttered on a breakfast toast I rock it out and find my way into the endzone A couple cheerleaders want to be in my friendzone I tell 'em "Cool," I keep my head in the game Cause I'm ahead of the game and I'm a veteran man Call a few plays then break the huddle Check that D, they in the zone no rebuttal I can throw a strike down the pipe about 80 Hand full of rings, I'm shady like Brady I can send a missile I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel Eyes peeled when I wiggle I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel This is not a starter pistol (No, no) I got my head on a swivel, swivel (Yeah) I got my head on a swivel If you need me just whistle I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel A swivel

Damn, I feel bad for your ex Girl, you got it all, you blessed She gon' show it off—girl, flex Son 'em all in a sundress Who do you belong to? I need to know I need to know I need to know Who do you belong to? You make a player wanna spoil you Show you the other side of the game Take you to Nobu, no disrespect to PF Chang Shrimp and lobster tempura with vegetables Sippin' wine, matchin' oyster perpetuals I be big timin' Boat cruises, Baja coast, Catalina Island You oughta cut it out, you cuttin' up I know your butt know what you doin' with your butt It's stages to these wages when you bossin' We could go bowling or we could go miniature golfing Or catch a flick and hit the matinee Touch the shooting range and practice with the K Every night before we go to sleep, we pray Wake and thank the Lord for another day... UGH! Damn, I feel bad for your ex Girl, you got it all, you blessed Son gon' show it off—girl, flex Send 'em all in a sundress Who do you belong to? I need to know I need to know I need to know Little mama hot, do a thousand squats Lunges all month tryin' to get a butt Yeah, I'ma hit her when I get around See if I could slide through and pick her up Lunch at the lighthouse, watching the coast Little adios then it's back in the Ghost Times like these, she be lovin' the most Photo op queen, she be lovin' to post Toast to the good time, laughs in Cali But B-la really tryna get that ass in Cali If you ain't heard now, you should ask in Cali Leave your mind alone and harass your body I take you to the bird hut, let you get your nerves up Breaking something down then we roll a little something up You could get another cup, maybe even double up I ain't tryna lay you down, I'm just tryna line it up Damn, I feel bad for your ex Girl, you got it all, you blessed She gon' show it off—girl, flex Son 'em all in a sundress Who do you belong to? I need to know I need to know I need to know Every freakin' night, and every freakin' day I think about freakin' you, I think about freakin' you I need to know I need to know

They wanna take it there Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Scalp a ho, get on a nigga hair Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Run a nigga down with the 30 round Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Mama outside cryin' in her gown Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare I don't think about, I don't be without it I could give you what you want if you really 'bout it Got 30 and a 40, nigga, you could count it Get a line on your living room, then surround it Right-hand man and he don't like to listen Choppa get to kickin', cookin' in the kitchen Rockin' me a fisherman like I'm fishin' Tackle box, pole, hella ammunition I really hate to take it there But I promise you, nigga, we ain't playin' fair We don't care if your daddy there I'ma nail you to a chair, we'll do it bare They wanna take it there Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Scalp a ho, get on a nigga hair Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Run a nigga down with the 30 round Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Mama outside cryin' in her gown Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Run you down with the Kater Double up, then come back later Shut it down like a breaker Hide behind the back of your neighbor car with the sprayer One thing I hate is a hater Two things I hate is a traitor... ugh! Bullets ain't got no name Slugs talk a different slang, need a translator Niggas callin' my phone, temperature checkin', fishin' "I'ma merge him in, shh, be quiet, baby, listen" I could tell in their tone they're up to something slickin' They ain't doin' no talking, they trippin'...BIATCH! They wanna take it there Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Scalp a ho, get on a nigga hair Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Run a nigga down with the 30 round Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Mama outside cryin' in her gown Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare