came here with it Pull up at the picnic El Camino on 13's Red nose pit bulls in the back, No leash Mu'fuckas well-trained, on the low I be havin that
wiz talkin: Yeah . its ur man khalifa. get ur fucking life straight. youu ite?[laugh] yeah ; lets get it . got my nigga niko . heavy hustle taylor gang
dated Barbershop, playa hated, mom and pop, bootlegged it Felt like it rained till the roof caved in Two words, Chi town, raised me, crazy So I live by two words, "Fuck
big ol fuckin bumper kit comin down 5th wheel slammin hoe just fannin bitch Im sayin it cause I fucked your mamma I fucked your cousin I fucked that
Eyes low, Yeah I'm smokin off the pound Hat back, seats low-me and my round 4-4 in my pack it's kind of heavy Take it off, put it on my lap-I stay ready
day R.I.P. to my baby bro, UGK until It ain't no stopping this movement, you lose on the real Cause we keeping it trill, that's from ashes to dust We
to make them boulders add, baking soda If the flame is low then turn it up and stir it up Finally, just wait till it gets hard Then bag it up, you got
molding Hey, don't suck my dick just hold it I took and shook the house first We rocked it Then we rolled it I told you I was holding Four aces, you
in these whoppers Guns that'll knock out floors and hit choppers What? What? The family remains 'cuz it's grain It's automatic, I live it and I claim it It
up blood in my eye, a lead to fly Like fuck it, look how these niggas duck shit One kid hollerin' what lookin' up , he the big wig Fake ass cat, low
pump you'll prepare for a lump Magnificent funk plus it's wild on the dump Suckers can't fuck with the rhymes I conduct I fuck this mic like some big
with vampire rhymes Hmm, eye spy, with my crooked eye Four metal street soldiers, born to die Put 'em up, yeah, fuck, yeah, when it's Hammertime Niggaz
, if I'ma touch it See I'ma smoke it if I like it, I ain't got no budget Now mama with me, wanna hit, better take it slow Seen it befo', I'ma be gettin
kissin' Man listen it was like a scene bad B movie with a very low budget But fuck it, I was drunk and I admit I loved it every last second I couldn'
the fuck we wanna do, nigga fuck it Ayyo, what y?all gon do now Y?all fucked up now We the nicest niggas around Y?all fucked up now Ayyo, what y?all
heavy gold, Slick Rick, changed it Yo, the main vic, plottin' on you since 86 Now it's 96, you lay low, you mad rich Strictly big shit, big play heavy
the bread Basically I'm enforcin' around heavy coke When nobody's lookin' I'd be dippin' in the portion They wasn't missin' it, so I got my hustle on the side, flippin' it