jayo smell me on this one
i hope i don't ever have to go back to slangin
llello but if i do that's what i do
grindin out of my aunties
backyard that's the chronic
i been havin more candy than a pinata
more cake than betty crocker
get on the horn and hit me on my locker
strikin and drivin on a suspended expired license comes in buy it
from the nigga with the best quality and the lowest prices
spendin that capital that the big homey advanced me
in front of me with the next nigga
i love money plus i'm labelled rough rider
known for bringin bitch ass niggaz out of hidin
i hope i won't have to go back
but if i do that's what i do
i hope i won't have to go back
but if i do that's what i do
cause his heart pumps kool-aid
so i mixed it with my thunderchicken
and smokin headache with a deuce-deuce
now i gotta put my snub nosed back to use
i'm dangerous it gets crucial
fuck a headache i'm jackin niggaz for pounds of bomb shit
and now my fingers is sticky like sticky fingaz from the greenery
nigga what that mean to me? bitch!
when you shoot crooked it's cartwright
it's gon' rain on your head
i'm tearin the roof off this bitch tonight
for tryin to swipe my pie
nigga die while your bitch give up the beaumont
all my niggaz havin fancy dreams!
comin up cause we all on a money scheme!
all my bitches havin fancy dreams!
comin up cause we all on a money scheme!
beotch! you gotta pay me just to breathe on the mic
all up in the party talkin loud!
my mom and daddy shoulda named me isiah cause i'm a rider
1400 block magazine street
narcotic? bomb preparer heroin provider
mean mugged and mad doggin niggaz like the
like the grinch who stole christmas
finger fuck bitches up in clubs
take her home and get rug burns on my nuts!
stuck! gordon's gin and donald duck
nut! all on her spine and on her butt
then i pass it to my nigga mista jayo
? up the glass is shatterin
see me and forty start splatterin
the cowards are heartless
niggaz that got snake eyes get broke up like dice games
why? cause skeezers don't please us
so i just go around sippin fine wine like jesus
and everytime i bust a spit it's a hip-hop quote
head spinnin like hundred spokes
brothers is snapple then i snap like a snapping turtle
shittin on the world keeps my land fertile
it's third down and forty nigga
you know you gon' get tackled
get your land while you can old man
niggaz so dope they named me twice like duran duran
killa nigga put honey on em
see i leave no evidence for the police dogs
now off the low stroll we go so let's flow
we the shit because the people said so
you can't tell a lettuce from a cabbage silly rabbits
get these chips even if it means lettin these motherfuckers have it!
motherfucker got out of place
reached into my d-da-da-das and pulled out my strap
nickle plated chrome planet clint eastwood special
designed strictly for staplin and toe taggin
po-po wrote me up a citation cause i was saggin and draggin
i had to make the bitch bleed! last new year's eve
she tried to hit me with a fryin pan
backslapped that hoe in front of her parents
it gets mannisher and mannisher and mannisher
loitering in a mcdonald's parkin lot
to? as if he was some kind of first base coach
i luh i like my egg poached