Hole in the Head

Gangster Red, whats up yo? It's a Tribe thing Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente See a gang, no there ain't no jugete Rollin like a pyscho 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!) Spitting out buckshots Homey say blood clat, 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 [Chorus] A hole in your head A hole in your fucking head A fucking hole in your head In your head! A hole in the your head, a hole in the your head You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head Huh! In your head A hole in the head, a hole in the head Eight barrel pumping, system thumping See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in I stop to cop, here let me tell you something Me and you, bruca, we should be humping Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag But there's vato's rolling out, 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 nothing Pigs on the way, hey yo I smells bacon Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner And he hits the fucking alley like his homes was Pop Warner Still had the forty, coming at the alley Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink In the black and white thinking he's gonna check him right Wrong, haha, it's gonna be on That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187) A to the motherfucking K! (You know whats up Sen) Get your ass down! And by the way [Chorus] A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all Scooby Doo! A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all Doobie doo! A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all! Scooby Doo! A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all Six rollin up and now he's really baffled Brother's thinkin "Damn I never got this gaffled" (to' up) Beat down (down) on the way to the station Gaffled up from a false accusation 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 ass And by the way, you get [Chorus: x2] Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up 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