Woo hell yeah, let´s talk to the niggas that do the most
I´m here, back again
It´s your boy [?]
For the record, I like [?]

Ya heard?
And that´s how we do it, for the record

[Buddy]
This is for the record (hey)
This is for the record (hey)
Hell yeah
This is for the record (hey)
This is for the record (hey)
Hell yeah

[Buddy]
Hey, man I´m in this whole wire
Stay up, I don´t ever get tired
Heat it up, with a little more fire
Headed up, we can only get higher
Man, your girl give me head, like a visor
I ain´t fuck that bitch, she a liar

You ain´t heard that I roll with the writers
Give it up bruh, you don´t wanna try us
Every time I hit the road, they be linin´ up
All these hoes see me on, now they signin up
Gettin´ money, I´m a sole proprietor
Keep on sleepin´ if you want, man, that´s fine with us
Back it up one time for a nigga
Mix a little bam-bam with the liquor
No, we don´t got no problems over here bruh
And we gon´ touch a mil´ before the year is up

[Buddy]
This is for the record (hey)
This is for the record (hey)
Hell yeah
This is for the record (hey)
This is for the record (hey)

Hell yeah

[ Buddy]
Money on my mind, for the record
Runnin´ through the marathon, for the record
And I put that on God, for the record
Somebody might die, for the record
Rest in peace, nigga Eazy-E, for the record
Mike & Keys, nigga on the beat, for the record
We could do this all night, for the record
Comin´ from the Westside, for the record

[Boogie]
This one for the pressure
This one for the bitches, that ain´t givin´ me no effort
This one for the L, shit they only made me better

They remember every fade, and sayin´ this one for the record
I can´t rectify the pain or the story of my gang
Ain´t no freedom for my brain, with a 40 and a chain
You know devils love to play, in the shadows of my brain
I can´t elevate or change, if all I ever do is hang
Really, all I see is shame
"Where my city at?"
Nigga, you too broke for you to know where all the bitches at
Homie on parole and he can´t smoke, so he gon´ hit a Black
You let somebody use your lighter, you don´t get it back
I´m really at...I´m really in a bad place, and I ain´t seein´ good much

Tell me throw my fist high and I just throw my hood up
How you know your roof high, if you ain´t ever looked up (uh)
Some shit I never understood
But I know this one for the record, I know this one for the death
They´ll have niggas spendin´ money ´fore we even see the check
Serena made it outta´ Compton, she forever get respect
A parallel to how ya´ll sit and do it for the ´net
I say...
This is for the record

You know what I´m sayin´
For the record...

It ain´t nothing like fucking with [?] and you ain´t got to motherfucking split it wit nobody, nigga. And that´s really for the record, nigga
I put that muthafuckin´ money in my pocket and I know, shit, I [?]
That´s on God, nigga, for the record