on the low she need it bad like my cojones
to be blunt probably go nuts
for a sack of the arboles
packed is what our bowl is
make me feel monumental for the moment like a stonage
i be frozen like a stream when it's coldest
moving slowly cause i'm eating ganja goldfish
so as players we supposed to win
ain't talkative but give me so much lip
aim to give her your arroz and she's bowlegged
say it's time to meet your maker have her boated in
some need a hulk to leave a ghost and then some lokes will spread
wasn't sticking to the script like clothes and lint
catch your feelings on camera like a motion pics
i run all the shows with the flows i kick
should have known this is it
i'm someone you look down upon that's probably dissent
what can i say other than i'm filling them j's
i got five on the floor like minimum wage
punchlines hit'em low like a mma fighter
my blunt smell lemonade inside it
i got that bomb-ass like grenades got fired
i got that work in my spliff
its 2: 47 and its time to make a shift
cruise through flatbush way
bed-stuy drives make me flashback quick
i know some evil residents under sediments
make my landlord wonder where his tenants went