yea. 203 where you at baby
hempstead holla! i'm nice. yo
don't know what i'd do to
only white boy at private school rockin' fubu
spitting flames like a dragon homie call me mushou
like yogi leave you with a boo boo
you'll catch a pummelin' now tell me who fucking with this
i'm runnin' this shit with my troublesome clique
won't stop till i'm drowning in a puddle of spit
pussy tends to come my way
hit em with a kick make em backflip
drunk and chuggin' a forty
writing in my notebook but this isn't a love story
grimier than n.o.r.e. but i stay with cream
leaving you lost like oceanic flight 815
when i get up on the mic and shred it
i'm nice so don't sweat it
and you know that i'm a rider boy
i'll spit flames and fry ya boy
and ya know i'm spittin' fire boy
cause i'm a level higher boy
i make a point like uncle sam
drunk as fuck with my red solo cup in hand
bout to be blowing up like an inflatable mattress
before this verbal tek makes your chest split
five stars with a check bitch
cause you will never get this! "