san francisco bay

i bathed in the water of the wrath

i like to count the money

bitch i like to do the math

you're sneaky like a left jab

over hand right

i'm friday night fights in the memphis bright lights

i got a suit passion

i like to dress in the high fashion

broke hos with good jokes keep me laughin'

i talk shit behind the tint of my benz

as my driver goes 90 over da bay bridge

it's like smokin' weed all up in heaven

my god is a 7

and yo i'm a 3 11

that's 14

i sport jordan's when i wear jeans

i'm in the hills of tahoe throwing on my high beams

i like to wear rings

a couple pretty things

i sport leather on a bitch

if the city rains

we do drugs on a polar bear rug

if your man is a pimp

don't expect no love

it's all upgrade

my new shades block the sun rays

tupac on every sunday

it's all upgrade

my new shades block the sun rays

tupac on every sunday

i unwrap the plastic off the swisher

grab your telephone bitch

you can take a picture

pour it like it's liquor

but move a little quicka

we live by the gun

so we die by the trigger

that's word of life

man have you ever seen a fiend's pipe?

it's dark as 12 a.m. even in the sun light

i lose my train of thought until you say the cost

i gotta bookie that love when i take a loss

i gotta prohibition mind state

about the crime rate

no love bitch on a blind date

you get a repo reaction from the people

down here we bump c-bo

we sport filas

and adidas

and perry ellis

them bitches maybe fine but them hos be getting jealous

it's high fashion

car crashin

suit matchin

talkin shit on the freeway laughin

i gotta sweet tooth

i like candy paint

i talk shit to a bitch

tell the ho think"?