my rims grow to a hellafied sight-scene When the dough become no bigger I'm going to drop that 2003 on 19" Throw it up if you get high, get blow, get
one of them bitch niggaz standin' right here Legit Ballaz is the clique I break bread with, niggaz I bust lead with In the midst of confrontation, high-speed
speed gain Oh, yeah, this Ke man, plus I stay starched and cleaned I'm poppin' doors and pullin' h*** before I flee the scene They catch us steppin'
Dinnertime Jr. Gong pass the Guinness Handle business Black Velvet sippers Females never bid us farewell They with us Cause we arrive on the scene Just like a high
in traffic, will it be tragic? I'm comin' 'round the corner like I'm magic Doin' ninety on the freeway and hittin' switches In a high speed chase with
in the almighty stench of the great dimentional diety... Lucifer smiles, from the far far west a chariot of fire emerges travelling at a tremendous speed
head of the last brave man Made man, Cuban link chain of command Authorized fam', hot like Sahara sand My live team turn the club to a crime scene High
niggaz hatin my guts 'cause I'm raking in bucks Havin straight parties with nothin but bitches with C-cups Models with manicured hands, livin my feet up Yo, let's speed
got the weed I got the light We can get high together All night High together all night If you got the weed I got the pipe We can get high together All night High
blackness of the skies Lie the fuckein' robbers Can I call it off you got the dope You got this coke right on ya How could you speed with the street
named Screw the Kici's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him he broke em all down and we all got high and niggas dont be
(No in between) I make the scene (Make this scene) Struttin' down Hollywood with the Friday night loot Pass skinny speed freaks and hussy DQ's Many lookin' trannies wearin' high
in grammar school Left back twice by the seventh grade Sniffing glue in Junior High And the first one in school to get laid He was a weed-speed pusher
, yea n-ggas is slow I'm pitching a snow headed. Noo N-gga paint pictures with his fly repetition Don't I paint the perfect picture like its high definition
and scenes Somewhere in Afghanistan, U.S.A survival teams Keep a eye on their surroundings and the Jahad Rageam I total riot scene, back and forth they
Beach to Springville in big body benzes Through New York to the landfill and we're making no menzes Level four vests and zoom lenses The bully all high
women's lib The chromosomes of double x Superior, the perfect sex Trust behind a closed remark Queendom of the matriarch Seaweed fashion Aphrodite Heiress of Olympic heights Khali in an evening gown Volare at the speed