[Intro]
Let me get a lighter
[Verse 1]
I bathe in the water of the wrath
I like to count the money bitch, I like to do the math
You sneaky like a left jab, overhand right
I'm Friday night fights and the mythic bright lights
I gotta suit fashion; I like to dress in a high fashion
Broke hoes with good jokes keep me laughin
I talk shit behind the tint of my benz
As my driver goes 90 over that Bay Bridge
It's like smokin weed all up in Heaven
My god is a 7 yo, and I'm a 3-11...that's 14
I sport Jordans when I wear jeans
I'm in the hills of Tahoe throwing on my high beams
I like to wear rings, a couplе pretty things
I sport leather on a bitch if thе city rains
We do drugs on a polar bear rug
If ya man is a pimp, don't expect no love
It's all upgrade; a new shade block the sunrays
Tupac on every Sunday
Tupac on every Sunday
[Interlude]
(Incoherent conversation)
[Verse 2]
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 quicker
We live by the gun so we die by the trigger...that's word life
Man have you ever seen a fiend's pipe?
It's as dark as 12 AM, even in the sunlight
I lose my train of thought...until you say the cost
I got a pookie that love when I take a loss
I got a prohibition mindstate 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 might be fine, but them hoes be getting jealous
It's high fashion, car crashin, suit matchin
Talkin shit on the freeway laughin
I got a sweet tooth, I like candy paint
I talk shit to a bitch till the hoe faint
I got a sweet tooth, I like candy paint
I talk shit to a bitch till the hoe faint
[Interlude]
(Incoherent conversation)
[Verse 3]
This the new testament
You get the tour and the estimate
Rhyme crime up in your residence
Your camera lens is not a friend, it's just a fan
So I talk a lot of shit behind the tint of my Benz on I-80
8-80, 9-80, 5-80, 2-80
Aw baby
All aboard like a train
My young homie says he's like a old man cause he gotta push caine
Like a don...cause it's on...and never run
My soul will never die, it's like the holy Quran
And on a scale, it's like bail...and killa whales
Get at me early baby; somethin like a clearance sale
I open up, I let you know...about the cost
I eat a porkchop with a deep money thought
I open up, I let you know...about the cost
I eat a porkchop with a deep money thought
Like a dead poet, and you know it cause you show it
I'm drivin down the San Jose, and I like to flow it
Like a dead poet, and you know it cause you show it
I'm drivin down the San Jose, yeah and I like to flow it
[Instrumental]
Let me get a lighter
[Verse 1]
I bathe in the water of the wrath
I like to count the money bitch, I like to do the math
You sneaky like a left jab, overhand right
I'm Friday night fights and the mythic bright lights
I gotta suit fashion; I like to dress in a high fashion
Broke hoes with good jokes keep me laughin
I talk shit behind the tint of my benz
As my driver goes 90 over that Bay Bridge
It's like smokin weed all up in Heaven
My god is a 7 yo, and I'm a 3-11...that's 14
I sport Jordans when I wear jeans
I'm in the hills of Tahoe throwing on my high beams
I like to wear rings, a couplе pretty things
I sport leather on a bitch if thе city rains
We do drugs on a polar bear rug
If ya man is a pimp, don't expect no love
It's all upgrade; a new shade block the sunrays
Tupac on every Sunday
Tupac on every Sunday
[Interlude]
(Incoherent conversation)
[Verse 2]
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 quicker
We live by the gun so we die by the trigger...that's word life
Man have you ever seen a fiend's pipe?
It's as dark as 12 AM, even in the sunlight
I lose my train of thought...until you say the cost
I got a pookie that love when I take a loss
I got a prohibition mindstate 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 might be fine, but them hoes be getting jealous
It's high fashion, car crashin, suit matchin
Talkin shit on the freeway laughin
I got a sweet tooth, I like candy paint
I talk shit to a bitch till the hoe faint
I got a sweet tooth, I like candy paint
I talk shit to a bitch till the hoe faint
[Interlude]
(Incoherent conversation)
[Verse 3]
This the new testament
You get the tour and the estimate
Rhyme crime up in your residence
Your camera lens is not a friend, it's just a fan
So I talk a lot of shit behind the tint of my Benz on I-80
8-80, 9-80, 5-80, 2-80
Aw baby
All aboard like a train
My young homie says he's like a old man cause he gotta push caine
Like a don...cause it's on...and never run
My soul will never die, it's like the holy Quran
And on a scale, it's like bail...and killa whales
Get at me early baby; somethin like a clearance sale
I open up, I let you know...about the cost
I eat a porkchop with a deep money thought
I open up, I let you know...about the cost
I eat a porkchop with a deep money thought
Like a dead poet, and you know it cause you show it
I'm drivin down the San Jose, and I like to flow it
Like a dead poet, and you know it cause you show it
I'm drivin down the San Jose, yeah and I like to flow it
[Instrumental]
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