chronic, if you try'd it then you know it The toxic, I'm getting high when I roll it You know I wanna hit the chocolate Some brothers love to see them
I'm down for my set I'm a vet Smokin' on a wet cigarette (Who these niggaz think they are?) (Wishin' on a ghetto star I represent my tar, [Incomprehensible]) I
on the rearview Now when it come to grindin Man I'm as good as they come I got the peruvian bombay That leave your body numb Now when I bang I slang
the hungry better battle Aw I keep it comin' and comin' across the table And if I miss, I never miss, 'cause I'm able I'm lookin' forward and I'm lookin
time but time waits on no man, Got nothing on women so I spread love on the rhythm, And get you out your seat quicker than corrupt politicians, And I'm on
hype it yall? Well, I'm the s-c double-o b-l-o-v-e-r- uh. Ladies come to me, I'll be your midnight horror. Need a flat top? come to scoob, I'm the barber
dub wit me Get me answer to the club seasoned grub on me Well I'll be sippin Henesee up in the V.I.P. And I'm just trying to stay alive like a Refugee
tryna pretend, that's she a virgin She told her boyfriend, she was with her friend But I'm for certain, that I ain't workin' *I'm in person, to see her
imma always hold you down thats real shit I'm the Los Angeles King and you remind me of Mary the R&B Queen I got the 411 whats crackin what I owe you
and put a hoe before me? When I'm the one that helped your broke ass on the streets 'damn, I'm starvin, what you got to eat? I'm short, I need a place
I do not belong Tell me Diggy ain't beamin', 'course I should be on this song Yeah, I'm a child of God, my reflection is on Yeah, I'm only 15 and, but
: Every night I rest in my bed hopin maybe i'll get a chance to see you when i close my eyes I'm goin out of my head lost in a fairy tale you hold my
mixture I'm way above, shine on crews like a street lamp fixture [together] Super duty tough words, all vision lost rhymin B-boys hold down the function
, from king's to heavy haters Cherry gators, tahoe in every flavor Rhymes I wrote (9's I tote 'em) And times I hold 'em I even put 9's in niggas quotas
' totes We hold's parties, and sign our labels pacardi Hardly ya girl next door, beofre I was b'more I was c-4, now I'm packed, and now I'm stackin' In
looking good and my hand on remote And I'm tucked in that buck while I float like a boat Looking clean like soap Diamond rope on my throat And I'm feeling
that we drop, make the average head burst So do the knowledge on the very next verse I heard a brother say "I wash the clothes, I cook your food, I
, shallah seen the God fly commando Handle, gun on my leg, blow his hand off I'm lookin' at you why, like "Fuck, you probably think I'm high" Seems luck