Surf & Turf

[Intro: Jay Worthy] Check it out (Con–Con–Conductor) Yeah, Con, you know I got you My brother, for real This family right here, yeah [Verse 1: Jay Worthy] Like a Vietnam vet, I'm still trying to get my dick wet I'ma get high, yeah, let her suck me like Skip said That might went over your head, drinkin downers, no Sudafed Dressed in red, no valentine, but funk love instead Foolish bread, the type that come in off of what we said Rapper shit, I was still young when I was brackin, kid The Lexo, bubble eye edition, had that bitch on Fig' Reminisce to Smokey while I smoke on Biggs In my bed like peas, this the life I live Talk it 'cause I lived it like Blood, this the life I lived Made it out of pimpin, some still in it, shit I dodged a bid Fuck is this? My fee a hunnid thousand since I dropped with Wiz Holy water, Bangkok sippin, I retired this World wide Worthy got them singing like they from the set Dead Prez Vol. 2 CD in my red Benz Never hung with hookers for the look unless she lookin rich Now look at this, the AP plain Jane, the Prezi look gold as piss (I'ma keep going) Niggas don't feel the Piru in your voice, it don't come off vulture I'm a west boy 2L rider, Gonzalez, real funkster Oh, he from Canada, Indian tour make you still wonder How he stack better than Blood? Bitch I'm a real soldier Wars with across towns, wake up, serve a opp like a cup of Folgers If B-Rule mama don’t know you, then I don't know you Four-deuce, hopping out of Bentleys but it’s Bei Ru Stay true, I don’t switch up, bitch I stay on Roll down the windows, do you got Grey Poupon? Doot doot, stain you like ketchup, the white we wet up [Verse 2: Conway the Machine] Ayo, they straight mobbin', the boys around my way, they goblins But Machine, I’m the apex monster You writing sixteens, I’m like JK Rowling’s Four-hundred eighty-eight page novel It may not even take eight hours (Woo) We drink half and leave the rest on the table, shit, we waste Spade bottles My pay way larger I stay plugged in like the PlayStation console And if any dismay may follow, we spray throttle I nicknamed the yay Latto (Hahaha) I ripped it out the plastic Know some dudes in Cali that’ll rip you out your jacket Shootins and two possessions of pistols on my jacket The shit I'm on is classic See they need me on they records, I'm assisting all they magic Bitch I’m Scott Skiles, the AP been cropped out I see a bunch of little me's that want my spot now, that’s my style Opened up the lane and you hot now I’m in the trenches, holding choppers made in Moscow Yeah, we was generous to these degenerates They keep pretending it’s love so they can reap the benefits I get you touched in any city, boy, my reach is limitless A bunch of goons come and breach your premises, nigga (Blrrt) Machine, bitch [Verse 3: T.F] Uh, three man weave with the mean stitch How I remember bitches hustlin, sellin clean piss I'm forced the ball alone 'cause how my team dipped Feelin like Ace Boogie how I need Mitch He still a nigga, he tryna insurance up a lean lick These days, bitches too friendly, I need a mean bitch One had to witness that all but still ain't seen shit or heard nothin' How you do biz and still ain’t learn nothin'? All I know is fast money, that’s how I learned to budget Red lights slipping, can’t believe it’s not butter Hit his gut then his chin like the Stone Cold Stunner Uh, Gucci North Face puffer, easy to tuck it I told you I feel like Ace Boogie, "Don’t call me Lucky" I was made for it, yeah, I’m on Bunk, might throw the shades on They slept on me, nightmares, that’s where I came for 'em Shooting out the Eddie Bauer Explorer All my shooters who ain't dead, alive, we 'bout to hit tour Uh, came a long way from bottlin pours Never did Neosporin, yeah, I’m proud of my scars Look, Blame Kansas, yeah, I’m proud of my dawgs Hit Neiman’s like Petco, uh, Prada my dawgs, Killa! [Verse 4: 2 Eleven] Profit enlarged, I’m a chemist, I turn powder to hard Kept it Skanless through the war like I’m Oliver North Slide with a torch, if niggas green, we robbing the source Already on my next lick, ain’t no time to remorse Ay, what’s brackin, five? Politics, Illuminati, don’t get sacrificed Switch on the back of the stick, yeah, that’s rapid fire About my chili and chicken, I’m big trippin S-Corps and LLCs, it’s big business Yeah, I’m an icon, jumping out a drop don Top me off 'til she get lockjaw then she gettin dropped off Louis, Tom Ford, countin pounds out in London, I’m a top boy This lifestyle, gotta be willing to die for [Verse 5: Ab-Soul] Ay, man, raging against the machine With assistance from the Machine Del Amo, aiming at your enamel, say cheese Imagine the Bible recited by the Elohim Then wake up and say hello to me Different gold commode, same shit, smell the potpourri Nah'mean? Uh The best thing since sliced bread, save a loaf for me And two fish, who is you, bitch? Jesus wept and doves cry, say it with hubris Leggo my ego, I do it for the people Drop a ice cube in my glass, half full, then squabble with Deebo I’m not what you need bro, I’m stopping with the mob against evil Applyin knowledge off the top of the noggin then scribing in Hebrew Somebody stop me, I left the mask off, I’m gettin too cocky Lil' mama beside me is gettin way too sloppy I’m finna take her to Nassau County Drop a bounty on her then mash off Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, howdy do, ho? I can’t even drive, I’ll still slide on you though From here to your turf, from Earth to Pluto With this superfluous service, I deserve a kudos But fuck all this verbiage, long as you know That I know what you know, the sentiment is mutual The dude you know who’s quick to drop a stack on your cap Like we playing Jenga and I’m wack Don’t be hard headed protecting that Soulo