Lyrics:

First, you find a house and scope it out
Find a, find a neighborhood
'Cause they don't believe in bank accounts
Second, you find a crew and a driver, someone ring the doorbell
And someone that ain't scared to do what it do
Third, you pull up at the spot
Park, watch, ring the doorbell and knock
Four, make sure nobody's home
They gone, okay it's on
Don't be scared, nigga, you in now
If the police come you gon' find out who your friends now
That ain't me talking, that's your mind playing tricks on you
You conscious 'cause you know you got nines with two clips on you
But fuck that, motherfuck' that plasma
And fuck that laptop, go and get that jewelry box
You tryna get paid?
Go take that jewelry box to the Slauson
They'll give you cash back in the same day
Meet the motherfucking flockers (meet the)
(Make money-money, make money-money-money) meet the flockers
Make some noise if you've ever stole something in your life
(Take money-money, take money-money-money) meet the flockers
Don't be ashamed, it's okay, man
(Make money-money, make money-money-money) meet the flockers
Make some noise if you've ever stole a dollar out your mama's purse
(Take money-money, take money-money-money)
Uh, ay, niggas don't know the history 'bout the flock
Put the flathead in the door, pull it, make it go flock (fast)
Hit the first drawer, grab a nigga some socks
That nigga in the car better be listening to that box (for real)
Ay, I ain't staking out shit (nah)
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe and ding dong ditch
Ain't a safe I can't crack, nigga, that's on Crip (Yankees)
I'm with my Pirus from Compton, we gon' pass and get rich, ayy
Fifty racks, three niggas, sixteen-five a split
Let some weeks go by, we at the dealership (uh)
I never took notes, nigga, I need the pink slip
Hit Icey, macking up for my bullshit
Spent about ten cash (yup)
Jumped in the whip and did the whole dash (two hunnid)
D-loc my nigga my nigga, hit my first lick
Passed with my niggas ay