[Verse 1: Fatlip]
Cheese, peso, mad dinero
Tell 'em put the money in my hand like a sparrow
All cash, no cards, no terro
I can see a fortune in my future like a pharoah
That girl in American apparel
Guess it ain't tricking if you got her on a payroll
Especially if she let you smash like a tomato
Especially if she got a ass like J-Lo
[Verse 2: J-Ro]
She got her name from J-Ro, I ain't here to lay low
I was born to stay high, fitted like a halo
King James Kato, kick the truth, ayo
Sip a lick wick but I need another plate though
[Verse 3: Akil The MC]
Uh, ay, what's the ratio? Circling the radio
High rate the flow, still raking in the dough (Whoa)
You think you really know? I don't really think so
Why do everything look dope in slow-mo?
[Verse 4: Money-B]
Sitting down my 40, tell a story, I'd like to
About this girl named "blah blah blah" back in my high school
I'd be laughing, "Ha ha ha" when I would slide through
Rubbing on her ta-ta-tas and her thick thighs too
I'm just a fly fool, real players in my crew
Serving chickens all out Wednesday night like a drive-through
Liable to fight you for staring at my groove
Failed a drug test for every job I applied to
[Verse 5: Opio]
Uh, it's delightful, somebody tell the maestro
To turn it up, I'm hella high with my eyes closed
Evel Knievel on a motorcycle
East Oakland is the time zone, donut, sideshow
Smoke the peace pipe, tribal and I know
It's coming back around like we spinning a vinyl
Eyes low cause I'm high bro
Who riding with lights low? Is you ducking 5-0?
[Verse 6: Blu]
Man, hell no, I don't fuck with po, I just fuckin flow
Just tryna find a cypher just so I can kick another flow
Brothers know, suckers don't, I'm just here to fuck with hoes
Then I run into the motherfucker really busting flows like Del
[Verse 7: Del The Funky Homosapien]
Nigga it's on, bigger with Bron
Signal left, right hook the motherfucker who step in my lane
Fuck nostalgia, nigga, I'm here now
And the here-and-now has just past but hear me out
I used to see J-Ro at Street Knowledge Studios
Freestyling, I don't think he know I was on shroomy-poes
Today's age where fools be so sensitive
About what you say, it just show me what a bitch they is
I rap for fun, out on the street
Late at night when y'all sleep when the jackers hunt
Get back, watch URL 'til I pass out
Alone, fuck hoes, they be tryna cash out
I'm a scientist with this shit, don't laugh now
We gon see who's still around by the last round
For those that believe that rules should be broken
You can't break 'em if your dumb ass don't know 'em
[Outro: Del The Funky Homosapien]
Damn!
You straight bitch! Ha
