[Verse 1]
Ayo, relax soul, uh, and rap dope
Surpassed hope, I was young, survived life
Lightskin, ridin' with Co$$, making runs, making funds
Snatch you off the mic if you wasn't nice
This is rap, I script the ridiculous, you could kiss me once
Reciting Biggie get that nigga hung
Cuban links cost too much, I broke a brick
Fuck you think? Slum '83, N.W.A., TJ Beast
My rap like, bring a nigga back like AZ
Life was a bitch that never raised me
I'm from the 80s, you could picture me crazy
Kinda gravy with that wavy flow
I need that Caddy or Mercedes so your lady know
That I'm from Cali, uh
Page me after 8 and we'll be straight
Bombay on the breaks and it's a day, rap dope
[Interlude]
Uh, it's like (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
She shined all the time, put the Piru on my mind
Pardon me, for my love, I'm doing fine
I'm sure you looking good, pushing good
What's up with that? What you talking? You knew I would
What the deal witchu' doll? I see you lookin' all delectable
Uh, it's quite Huxtable of you to get involved
No more pushing the button when the stick up kid
Is buttoned up in that button up, hope I ain't stuck up
Pardon my mouth but I don't wanna sock my watch in your mouth
I grew up with the fuzz huggin my cotch
He-Man, W-F, Autobot, Robocop
Doughnuts, ice cream trucks, Parliament Funk
Fresh Prince with the comic, one pant leg doing the LL
Uh, it never failed
Runnin' hoes in my penny, smashin' leftovers stolen from Denny's
Rolling from 50s, folding up fifties
Posing with the whole shit, sewn up with me
On the low for the city though, rap dope
[Verse 3]
Straight up, destined to do it
Blessing the presents with the presence
A steadier message, who is you foolin'?
Calvin Coolin' with that Doolittle soundtrack, I rep the squad
Def Jam CDs in my napsack, Raekwon
Pooh Bear leaning on my low life
No life is no joke, the microphone fiends on the mic
Saul Williams was silly, I never met him, a pity really
Even still though, I honor the professor, none the lesser
I play the movie, not the director, it's never better
Some niggas need to keep they shit together like EPMD
Fugees, et cetera, the plethora
Miles ahead of ya, I tell 'em smile forever but you'll never last
I shot the best dressed in class
Cause he made me wear the best I had
I'm never mad though, relax soul, back roll
The teacher asked how I get that much cash flow
Rap dope, nigga
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