i'm every scene but gossip
my music be all in the club and my fo' 15's be sub
and my drums and my brake pads on my car be rubber
and my youngest son always nuggin
me and my catholic savage
on phony-ass fake-ass plastic
talkin in codes like we from different planets
what y'all players grindin to? what y'all bumpin mayn?
what they lackin in the trackin?
what all my fly takers be listenin to?
what about my {?} players and west coast cats?
midwest and east coast folks
i've got white girl for sale!
and i don't mean caucausian
a hundred bucks it cost me for my faulty chip sale
around the corner from starbucks coffee talkin to my {?}
my frontin lil' broad up out of tacoma askin for some mail
like i'm some type of trick deally musty mouth bootch
puffin on a phizznilly blunt
herbal kill deal chill pill scrill deal
feel 'til phil heal skill
tellin that durban work it
caitlin candy's drinkin and gurpin
chickens and birdies pickin a chef to serve it
bleedin the block for ravi
milkin the block for fetti like a pregnant bitch's titties
talk my way out of anything
got my hands off in everything
if my money ever got funny
i'd pawn my walter potter engagement ring
if i was to pass away tomorrow
with a self-inflicted wound to the melon
i had the mouthpiece of car salesman
fly fittest finest player leakin
daniel boone boom boom boom
fly right through your living room while you're sleepin
chicken is sneakin but we was supposed to done had a meetin
renegin fakin in whom i trust
standin outside of the club schemin
scammin plottin and plannin yammin
playin a 50's loose cannon
you ain't even cool fool dude you a trick
take it from the water man
the beat keeps knockin down my rear view mirror