Earth Wind on the airwaves, cocoa butter and hairspray
I could see it in my dreams, the way she walk on the runway
Remember Crenshaw and Rodeo go up on a Sunday?
It was all fun and games until they came out with gunplay
It was hide and go get it 'til I marry you one day
Tell your mama I'm the one, and if you with it, then okay
Smoking beedis with my eyes closed, listen for five-0
Our enemies lurking in the city of rivals
I was just out in Oakland, that's the home of the sideshows
On the east side of Cool John's, I'm looking for Zel though
Why you tripping? You should never say that on the cell phone
Next thing, I'll be in a cell doing an elbow
Like, why did he tell, folk? It's wicked like hell though
Gotta stay on my tippy when I'm out in these shelltoes
This the life in the ghetto, not the life of Geppetto
They be lying in they raps, I'm just speaking the real, funk
Mafia, what else?
Perc' 10 in my seltzer, all this paraphernalia
Beat in 'caine, big creature, now we Legend of Zelda
Link with plugs that I met, found the connect with Griselda
She had a thing for Luis, but I was messin' with Thelma
Cooked it up in a pickle jar, Pyrex and the hammers
Waiting on the pack to land, I had to check with the mailman
Youngin keep a blowtorch if I tell him to melt you
Have him put that iron on you, he a hell of a welder
Was less likely to succeed, looked at to be failures
See, my Gaga hide the weed, show some respect to your elders
Elmer Fudd twelve-gauge, I'm still handling Thelba
Dre juggin' a dummy brick, had to repress it with Elmer's
Me and Jack off a Belfort, caught some thirties from faster
Auntie miscounted the beans, so I just hurry and cashed 'em
Sold dog a half a bird and some plaster (Or a drywall)
When I retire, they gon' hang my jersey up in the rafters (227)
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