stay high off a 8th packed backwood
chrome packed hood, silly ho dont scratch the dash wood
i smash good, when i'm high & still smokin'
left after the overpass to the spot or off school st. in oakland
i'm dosin, thru the 925 yokin', blunt in my mouth coastin'
know some kats that blow big and dummy potent
boastin', my eye catchin' style and a bitch love it
compared to these squares they lookin' like some McLovin's
i'm golden glovin', no not boxing i'm talkin sock rockin'
new game type giggin' while yall fags is sock-hoppin'
i'm show stoppin', the J.T is maney try to explain me
a bitch stutter like "uh...uh...uh" yeah thats it, mainly
strangley, i rearrange freaks, watch me tame 3
a hundred for a date, dick in they mouth for the same fee
cant change me I'm simply & plainly a pimp ho pay me
niggas hate me, they cant handle the beast
but they keep they distant cuz in an instant i'll rattle they teeth
battlin' me is like battlin' the streets
cause I was born in the grime you cant handle it with me
okay, i grab 2 handles and out the door what yall jockin for?
all yall secretly want to buy my music at the store
i'm bored and you know I'm poster material
oh no, here comes the murderous lyrical killer type serial
somethin' like a miracle, eat at a hos wallet like cereal
a rap general imperial, always arrive with the Clearasil
my star game stay sharp with 5 slick points
i have my bitch stayin' with 5 licked joints
hit the gas when red and blue flash and I hear oink
utter Zooinks!, like shaggy, i stay with the green in the baggy
a few tuna think they have me but im just breakin' em sadly
real savy, im a chip off the old block & makin' it
when along comes a chance to grip the gwops i'm takin it