pass me that radio raheem
i'm the kind of nigga that'll come through and yoke on you
burnin rubber in the shitnell
'cause my candy's look wet
miami's on deck with three quartes of beer
clownin all the freaks but he still gets jocked
bouncin in the seat while the 15's knock
i'm dipped in butter everybody jocks my style
cal hat pulled down to my eyebrow
it's all about scrilla in the land of thugs and killers
i'm just trying to let you know
it's 2 in the morning and i'm still chasin cash
i'm all about my screezatch
i got my fishing pole out trying to ceezatch
i'm a bump a bitch with the quickness
boy it's just pimpin in my blood
you fuckin with a street nigga that's greasy
i only fuck with thugs that get paper
but the game i play really ain't no joke
come around my way and you might get smoked
boy i'm married to the game and i handle my
i'm in this for the money not the honey
i'm a stay on bitch back like new sweaters
when you get about some money