Who you lookin' at? You tryin' to fade me clown
Yeah, South Central and the West side teamed up
A hole in the head, a hole the head
And a hole in your head, a hole in your fuckin' head
A hole in your head, a hole your head
A to the motherfucking K
When you reach for your gat to load your automatic
Boo-yaa, spittin' out buckshots
It's on, he sees him reachin' for his chrome
Dips out the store, one time hits the corner
Still had the forty, comin' at the alley
A hole in the head, a hole in the head
Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home
A hole in the head, a hole in the head
Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig
Plato, si mon, you want static
Get your ass down and by the way
Can they kick it? Can they kick it?
If honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag
Pigs on the way, aiyyo, he smells bacon
A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all
You get a hole in your head, a fuckin' hole in your head
(It's a Tribe thing)
Me and you, Bruca, we should be humpin'
And he hits the fuckin' alley like his homes was Pop Warner
Yeah, you never been to jail boy, broomstick up your ass
A hole in the head, a hole in the head
You get a hole in the head, in your motherfuckin' head
You get a hole in your head, a  fuckin' hole in your head
A hole in the head, a hole in the head
You get a hole in the head, in your motherfuckin' head
What side is that Red?
He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes?
Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome
The attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined
Songwriters: Louis M. Freeze, Lawrence Muggerud
Rollin' like a psycho with the windows rolled down
A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie doo y'all
Straight up
Beat down, down on the way to the station
You get a hole in your head, in your motherfuckin' head
And by the way
I stop a cop, here let me tell you somethin'
Wrong, it's gonna be on that pig better suck a la chrome, P.D. 187
See a fine heina, c'mon baby, jump in
(It's a Tribe thing)
But there's vato's rollin' out, and they're stickin' up the flag
Yeah, can they kick it?
You know whassup Sen
This is hell boy
Insane in the brain, you get the bullet
You get a hole in your head, in your motherfuckin' head
Gangster Red, whassup yo? It's a Tribe thang
Gaffled up from a false accusation, oh shit
Seen the chief's son, pig officer, O'Malley
Brother's thinkin' damn, I never got this gaffled to' up
Pushin' on the button, panickin' for nuttin'
Publishers: CYPRESS PHUNKY MUSIC, MCA MUSIC PUBLISHING, SOUL ASSASSIN MUSIC, UNIVERSAL MUSIC - MGB SONGS
See a gang, no there ain't no jugate
Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where
A hole in your head, a hole in your head
'Cause no one could handle, I wind up and loco
Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente
You get a hole in the head, in your motherfuckin' head
A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all
Eight barrel pumpin', system thumpin'
Wet ya, you know homes the picture
Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya
I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it
A hole in the head, a hole the head
A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all
Six rollin' up and now he's really baffled
(It's a Tribe thing)
At the counter's thinkin', oh Lordy, Lordy
In the black and white thinkin' he's gonna check him right
But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty white boy