bobble heads

call me a psycho cus i just might go

shoot up ya block cus you're walkin' on a tight-rope

plus i'm off that nitro

yea that's that loud pack

we don't smoke bammer so its best that you fall back

san francisco ball cat

you're fuckin with a giant

ya niggas say ya real but the real is ya lyin

is what i don't do

real is what i live by

fuck whatcha goin' through if you're tryna ) mine

im tryna get mine ballin fuck getting by

you suckas hatin' cus you fallin' like a zipline

while i sip wine with a thick bitch with thick thighs

small waist pretty face

tryna get high

she said she like real niggas

no farce

but you're bitchmade actin worse than these broads

goin' through they menstral

all up in ya mental

just like a bitch ya keep dick up in ya dental

damn

it's the god khan version

magic

ervin

all them suckas is crashin'

burnin'

money

gone

lookin all old

look at my poker face

i'll never fold

cock

reload

sellout shows

mouse rangs and all thangs

pull out ya gold

don't tell me about it homie

pull out ya hoes

hammer up like stan burrell on bail

you can hip

hop on the muthafuckin' jock

i'm an rbl nigga getting money 'round the clock

and these bitches don't stop when it comes to this black nigga

in the bay

i'm a legendary rap figure

plus a cap pealer

homie thats a fat nigga

you're not loyal to the soil you's a rat nigga

and i'm a real one

the last of a dying breed

i'm off kush muhfuckah you smoke bammer weed

i fuck with top notch bitches in that prada wear

you fuck with low budget bitches with them bobble heads

yea

you niggas strictly sickly

for real

you niggas can't get with me

and you can believe it or not like ripleys

ya boy been an underground king like pimp c

or like mac dre

or like mr. c

i go hard on a bitch

no sympathy

it's the god khan version

magic

ervin

all them suckas is crashin'

burnin'

money

gone

lookin all old

look at my poker face

i'll never fold

cock

reload

sellout shows

mouse rangs and all thangs

pull out ya gold

don't tell me about it homie

pull out ya hoes

hammer up like stan burrell on bail

you say oh god cus im givin' you hell

leather jacket

adidas with them shells

you can miss me like a stray bullet

gary coleman on ya ass with a new qillis

sheeit

god-khan but i'm still a capo

i let the weed hit me while jimi hendrix sang sand castles

i dip through the big pineapple

and if you see me real quick its something like an eye sample

it's the god khan version

magic

ervin

all them suckas is crashin'

burnin'

money

gone

lookin all old

look at my poker face

i'll never fold

cock

reload

sellout shows

mouse rangs and all thangs

pull out ya gold

don't tell me about it homie

pull out ya hoes

hammer up like stan burrell on bail