Jaguar

[Intro] This that shit you ride in a hearse to Surf That [Hook] So we the air we breathe Came up through the years like a weed from a crack in the street 180 degrees, with smoke rising from the skyline We the motherfuckers throwing stones from the highrise Surf Got a forty in my right hand An L on the left with some kush on the nightstand See the smoke steady rising from the skyline We the motherfuckers throwing stones from the highrise [Verse 1] If you don't know by now, you betta get familiar I do this shit for all my peoples, and my la familia Step on the scene like I could give a fuck really Like, pass me the dutch and watch me hit the blunt silly 'Till I'm gone Will they reminisce like I'm Pete Rock Of the days stepping out with kangols and tube socks Chalk line jackets, snap back starter shit Family matters and welcome back Kotter on my tele Visions of the world from an early age Pinning down cyphers on my grade school study page When the only thing it promises is an early grave With ya niggas hopping over fences at the pearly gates But you keep climbing, fuck what the future holds At the end of the line nobody really knows If I don't make it out of the city of pain I'mma flip it upside down and be the link in the chain [Hook] So we the air we breathe Came up through the years like a weed from a crack in the street 180 degrees, with smoke rising from the skyline We the motherfuckers throwing stones from the highrise Peace Got a forty in my right hand An L on the left with some kush on the nightstand See the smoke steady rising from the skyline We the motherfuckers throwing stones from the highrise [Verse 2] They shouldn't have let us in the back door Young black Charlie Sheens geeking off of telenor Niggas say I dress white, flow must be cocaine My main girl is chinese, my ex girl has no name Well I guess I'll scratch em off the list As a youngin jerking off I could never picture this And I be hopping on the stage with a noggin full of rage Making noise, critics diddy boppin in the cage I watch niggas crumble 'Cuz you and I will never see eye to eye Or even burn trees in the same jungle Zero raw like it's crack from a dusty impala To these white bitches and they favorite band's Mr. Bungle Green mile, put my money in the satchel And gasface them niggas rockin diamonds on they belt buckles I don't backpack, and I don't spit science But my mind is lost, can you please find it? [Hook] So we the air we breathe Came up through the years like a weed from a crack in the street 180 degrees, with smoke rising from the skyline We the motherfuckers throwing stones from the highrise Surf Got a forty in my right hand An L in the left and some kush on the nightstand See the smoke steady rising from the skyline We the motherfuckers throwing stones from the highrise