[Verse 1: Boldy James]
Four jumpin' off the sceezly', got the slab crunchin'
Worker screamin' how he wasn't eatin', now he back munchin'
Make another snack bag on the field trips
Long bus rides to the V, we had to pack lunches
Bag jumpin' out the jeans with the fat stomach
Racks bustin' out my jeans from the last supper
Know the Feds knowing what we did last summer
Found out where he lived, all we needed was his badge number
Shootin' my shot know a nigga got a cash jumper
Real dope boy, '95 Air Max runner
Lil' doggy cap star been a fan of mines
Knowin' I be living all that shit these niggas fantasize
Play with me you know it's daisies and dandelions
Niggas pushing over the 23's on the Cinnabon
Bouncin' out with chopsticks and them 21's
No, we don't tote no stock clips, slap a drum on it
[Chorus: Boldy James]
Still thuggin' on a fink wit my 51's
Everybody on the West know them boys killers
Know we quick to chip a nigga like a tortilla
Hit your block, five dirt bikes and three four wheelers
Lay on the granny crib, who everybody stay with
The shit I did you would've never got away with
That's on the floor, I ain't gon' play with it
I might be the best that ever did it, and got away with it
Let's get it
[Verse 2: Boldy James]
Know I deserve better
Sort of chilly, quarter milli' in my Iceberg sweater
Playin' with that market mini, sent the work with girly
Big L's on my sleeve, no Laverne & Shirley
Early mornings, late nights, ain't been home in weeks
Same two-step that knocked him off put me on my feet
Learned to mix as a jit, got it down pat
Found the town down the way, had it mapped out
Runnin' plays, servin' J's out a packed house
Slammin' off the peanut butter like a mousetrap
Was taught to never leave my brothers, it don't matter what
When it's time to slide, who down to ride and who gon' saddle up?
Lot of 'em stuffed and it jammed, poured up, chillin'
I heard they took his mans down, no fucks given
Chopper chewed up his whip like a overbite
All these bald-heads in the pole, I'm tryna bowl a strike
[Chorus: Boldy James]
Still thuggin' on a fink wit my 51's
Everybody on the West know them boys killers
Know we quick to chip a nigga like a tortilla
Hit your block, five dirt bikes and three four wheelers
Lay on the granny crib, who everybody stay with
The shit I did you would've never got away with
That's on the floor, I ain't gon' play with it
I might be the best that ever did it, and got away with it
Let's get it
