[Sen Dog] Gangster Red, whassup yo? 
[Gst Red] It's a Tribe thang 
Verse One: B-Real 
Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente 
See a gang, no there ain't no jugete 
Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down 
Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown? 
Plato, si mon, you want static 
When you reach for your gat to load your automatic 
(Boo-yaa!!) Spittin out buckshots 
Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig 
Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco 
Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and 
Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog 
A hole in your head 
A hole in your fuckin head/A fuckin hole in your head 
In your head! 
A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head 
You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherfuckin head 
Huh!/In your head 
A hole in the head, a hole in the head 
Verse Two: B-Real 
Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin 
See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in 
I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin 
Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin 
Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag 
But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag 
He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes? 
It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome 
Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome 
Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home 
But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty 
White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy! 
Pushin on the button, panickin for nuttin 
Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon 
Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner 
And he hits the fuckin alley like his homes was Pop Warner 
Still had the forty, comin at the alley 
Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink 
In the black and white thinkin he's gonna check him right 
Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on 
That pig better suck a la chrome (P.D. 187) 
A to the motherfuckin K! (You know whassup Sen) 
Get your ass down! And by the way 
Chorus 
A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all 
Scooby Doo! 
A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all 
Doobie doo! 
A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all! 
Scooby Doo! 
A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all 
Verse Three: B-Real 
Six rollin up and now he's really baffled 
Brother's thinkin "Damn I never got this gaffled" (to' up) 
Beat down (down) on the way to the station 
Gaffled up from a false accusation 
Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the 
attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined 
Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya 
Wet ya, you know homes the picture 
(Yeah you never been to jail boy!) 
Broomstick up your ass 
And by the way, you get 
Chorus 2X 
[Sen Dog] Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up 
This is hell boy 
[Gst Red] It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang 
[Sen Dog] What side is that Red? 
[B-Real Can they kick it? 
Can they kick it? 
Yeah, can they kick it? 
I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it