[Locksmith]

Listen, Now look here boy

This right chur is somethin to fear boy

My spit will rip your inner ear boy

Locksmith is it you better fear boy

Too picky I nip pick and skip songs

Too witty let you slip ya chicks gone

No pitty she got picks that switch on

So pretty she unzipped a lip thong

Enough play must employ the heat

Swith back to me and exploit the beat

Ask around chicks say the boys a freak

Cause he get more booty than toilet seats

Nah serious all jokes aside

I am hot enough to make a ocean dry

I am hard enough to make a poster cry

This song is dope

I'm high off my own supply



[Chorus] [2x]

Now you look like a girl with class (That's right)

And you see I got the Bay on smash (That's right)

I can tell you wanna roll with a king (That's right)

So girl exit out the door with me (Let's go)



[Left]

Yeah, Left is the name

And I stay on track like movin trains

How I do it I just can't explain

All I know is god put it deep inside my veins

C'mon dogg I does my thizzle

With no print to be found on smoke and pistols

I'm a go getter hard hitter type nigga

I am no quitter so get yo vest nigga

Bring em here fear fades away

When you standin face to face real men'll stay

And of course I live that way i'm from the Yay

Yeah buddy I said i'm from the Bay

Where we make up all the slangs and teach the game

Every nigga on the team in the hall of fame

Yeah this is Grand Theft Auto III

So ride hard or stop fuckin with me



[Chorus] [2x]

Now you look like a girl with class (That's right)

And you see I got the Bay on smash (That's right)

I can tell you wanna roll with a king (That's right)

So girl exit out the door with me (Let's go)



[Locksmith]

Uh, Yo Yo

Cause when we come through the place is packed

Frontline take the stage draped in black

Everybody face the stage brace ya back

The music is so loud you could taste the clap

The Bay is back indeed some eyes have open

That spit rhymes that blind while opposin

Nice flow so I guess I was chosin

Ice cold I came out my mama frozen



[Left]

Left back again yall know i'm sick

Throw them left hand darts like i'm Michael Vick

My hits make you drop i'm the rap Ronnie Lott

I intercept ya hit van and snatch ya fans

I step in the joint and the music pauses

I live lawless, look flawless, rap marvelous

Touchdown maker like my name was T.O

But yall niggas freeze up and settle for fieldgoals



[Chorus] [4x]

Now you look like a girl with class (That's right)

And you see I got the Bay on smash (That's right)

I can tell you wanna roll with a king (That's right)

So girl exit out the door with me (Let's go)