cause half these rap niggas is fake
cousin we bang hard even behind bars
they knocking' messy marv
i'm a top hat rap cat you niggas locals
and couldn't recognize the game with bi-locals
i'm big shit and operation by a coastle
and the mob woke up when we suppose to
keep a keep a bitch broke
keep a keep a bitch broke
ain't no jobs niggas so we forced to sale dope
and roll with all gold and chrome on one spoke
i hit yo house party jeweled and bandana
i'm from the cartel the real tony's montana's
we put drums and bananas on is real
hood nut niggas spencing on e pills
i could see the niggas head bitch had him
so i let the 50 cal get with him
i keep it real i don't rap about fake shit
it's california man we draw down and take shit
i don't rap about fake shit this california man we draw down and take shit
change over to the range rover
mouth full of diamonds spitting like a flame thrower
i ain't sober i'm ripped and tilted
half of it the remi but nigga i killed it
damn near spilt it on my encey cloths
it's the cutthoat committiee punk we play hoes
with a eagle in the desert
and ain't a punk rock bitch that i can't get
and nigga i can't trip on making nothing but my scrill
i'm a pimp nigga taking everything you give up
flossing while you suckas is starving
i'm eating crab and crust-striations
with my nigga messy marvin