Liquid Swords

[Intro: Shogun, Pharrell & (DJ Drama)] Choose the sword, and you join me Choose the ball, and you join your mother...in death You don't understand my words, but you must choose So...come boy, choose life or death Serious? You can't be serious (I think so) You niggas can't be serious (I think so) (This is what they wanted) [Verse 1] Tough guy – not I, but this spot's shit, oh how'd I– Finish with the spinach like the little nigga Popeye? Scarf by Escada, boots by Prada Hermes bag and rag and sex and yada yada Liberace chains, hold my neck like an anchor Love to my fans, you bought it, so I thank ya If you're a hater then I'm glad that I ain't ya Couldn't see the light like baby Jesus in a manger We wanted this life, we salivated like wolves Blow a hundred grand in L.V. leather goods Lift up the doors, open trunk, open hood Enzo horse power, crank it up and hear the hooves My notebook was my Hustle & Flow stash Young and Ludacris, my life had just Crash-ed Oooh, had a chilly chilly past Look at the Ice Cream symbol, that's why the nigga laugh [Verse 2] I'm all about angels, so I try to do that But I only ended up with burning stubs on my back So, with that said, Lil' Skateboard's back On the corner, doubling down bricks to sell that track I'm trying to drive that just Allah All laid back in back of that laid back You know I'm puffing on a Cuban cigar In Brazil with Hype Williams watching the play back This is living; got to watch out for the driven They'll kidnap your Understanding and stab up your Wisdom One hit of that boy-boy, them niggas is skitzing Hog-tie the family and bloodbath the kitchen This is a recipe to make niggas hate you Face on Newsweek, the actress want to date you ICECREAM boutique, the ICECREAM skate shoe Twelve pages in the women's American Vogue Chanel ceramic watches, just to–share with your hoes Goyard trunks to travel–there with your clothes The engine just hums ascender, airing to goes Lisa's in the lavatory, she's puffing kush Sara's in my lap with her head humming "Push" Shrimp and French fries right before I land You take the ketchup and tell me where I am Green Lantern, it's your motherfucking man Skateboard – yessir