dead presidentalz

figured it's time that i step back from the game

and peep it from a coach's point of view

so i can see how niggas went wrong and how the players was grown

and i can do it how a pro supposed to do

no mistakes allowed

you get caskets for that shit

the line of scrimmage is wicked

niggas is blitzing

you could get sacked quick

drop back like a all star qb

or the top on that high-end sports car with two seats

you niggas don't comb the pages of the dupont registry

looking for vehicles and accessories

like i do

and every representor of my crew

i get love from cause and the piru

slide through the drive through of a fast food restaurant

turn the music down and tell the broad what kind of sauce i want

scratch off quickly to a main street

intentions to make cheese

let the windows down and let the purp' scent clear out

the police is peeping me and they don't think that i can see

i know they gon' pull me over and make me get out

but i'm on to 'em

spray the chronic-killer and talk calm to 'em

good day officer