run my own campaign like i'm ross perot
as the turntables spin easily
when i first started bangin
jheri curl started hangin
if you wasn't playin cube
the homeboys might grab you by your motherfuckin throat
drag you round the corner and try to smoke yo ass
i'd like to thank all my cluckheads that contributed
my rap tape just got distributed
from all the mexicans down on the border
even if its on the wrong side of town
so i can smoke a loopstick with ya daughter
get drunk befo i get to the party
i can't wait till i get my welfare check
so i put me a fat sack of yay on deck
make a run for the border in my blue caprice
and order me a quarter piece
east side ruler known well cause i thump
while i wait for the chump
they put the dope on the scale
pass me the baggies and a razor blade
i chop the rocks just like karate
punk ya better ask somebody
stop bitching cause i'm able
put the dope on the kitchen table
and watch me hook it up like cable
wham! bam! baseheads like goooooood damn!
if you a loner or a stoner
my rocks way bigger than them low budget niggas round the corner
and they won't give you no love
so come to me when you need a fat nickle
and you can hit the pipe in my stolen vehicle
they don't want yo pennies? that's alright
i even take the pennies with the green spots on em
for the east palmdaler being a dope seller is hard
i accept your credit and your versateller card
i'm a baller but bitch i gotta eat like you
you can get a fat rock for a gang of bus tokens
how you doin baby? i need a soulmate
your cuz told me you had section 8
i know you ain't got no money in your pouch
and let me sleep on the couch
your garage just right for my coupe de ville
don't be jumpin in my car and fuckin with my switches
we can go to long beach i know a gang of dope spots
i be buying dope from a different gang of fools
pound of bud from my blood
on my way back to palmdale
got stopped by the sheriff but i'm calm as hell
put me face down in the street
threw me in the back seat
they searched my car with a microscope
stupid ass white boys couldn't find the dope
they took the handcuffs off but you know they still hate me
racial remarks just to intimidate me
write a ticket since i can't go to jail
whatever they didn't find the yayo
i don't tag i put the rocks in a ziploc bag
so gimme gimme what you got
i don't have the mentality of some fool in a gang
it's the principality of the whole thing
but don't fuck around and die
i don't wanna pull the glock
and lose the clientele on my block
mad cause i shoulda been more selective
hiding in the bushes from the homicide detective
trigger finger itchin on me
all my homeboys snitchin on me
everybody that's a friend of me lookin like the enemy
now i need to change my identity
afro mothafuckin m-a-n bucaaaaw!
yeah! if you just bought this tape cuz you made the right choice mafuuucka