Lyrics: Revenge of the Barracuda

Sliding in the door like I'm so hard
With the fresh card? hard folded on my forearm
You know that go hard South Central Bogart
West ghetto vet still rolling like a go-cart

I'm from the era when most rappers was scared to wear red
Before the tight clothes and mascara
When these mark rappers from the blue side
Claiming they with it but scared to walk on the screen
'til I did it

BLAM BLAM leave that ass open
Fuck 'em feed 'em fish dump they body in the ocean
You rap niggas know the business
When I come around y'all be hiding from me
Like the Jehovah's Witness

They call me Quick Spray 'cause I've been with this gangsta shit
Since Grandmaster Flash had beads on the French braids
Lay you down nigga how I sound?
Fuck y'all bitch niggas, L.A. is my town!

Come on! Throw it up! Load it up! Hold it up!
Walk in on 'em with the twelve gauge nigga roll it up
From the West to the East to the South to my Midwest niggas
Ya'll know what I'm about!

Throw it up! Hold it up! Give it up! Chuck it up!
Put my Chuck Taylors on and jump out and fuck it up
From the West to the East to the South to my Midwest niggas
The Barracuda's out!

Back out y'all!
Sending your favorite rapper's sun shades
Flying off his face like a foul ball
From the left side know what I'm about y'all
I can't do the right thing, nigga I'm a south paw

Nasty spitting 'em, flowin' identical
Standing on the couch in the club holding my genitals
Golf hat to the low, chicken heads I'm getting those
Putting smoke in the air like a pack of Seminoles

Leaving my shit stains on the instrumental
Off the hard liquor mineral - the hood star general
While you were sucking titty milk just a little tender
I was in a creased sweatshirt playing Defender nigga!

The harder they come the harder they fall
Pulling out my marker striking and hitting up the wall
Blowing that holding that still strapped like a prophylac'
Staying down like the cuffs on my Crocosacks