[Intro: Dap Sugar Willie sample & Defari]
"It's good to be back... *ahem*
Y'all won't believe—
Y'all won't believe this tonight, see
Everybody think Hollywood is what...
You read, hear about, and it's a drag
It's rough out there
'Cause, see, you got a lot of phonies
Out there" (Aye, roll that up, man)
"Everybody wanna be a star..."
Aye, Madlib...
You a fool for this, Madlib!
[Chorus: Defari]
Give me them dice, I don't roll snake eyes
I don't roll with fake dudes, I don't roll with fake guys
Gamble on ya boy, it's a sure shot bet
I'm the best of the vets, I'm the best in the West
Give me them dice, I don't roll snake eyes
I don't roll with fake dudes, I don't roll with fake guys
Gamble on ya boy, it's a sure shot bet
I'm the best of the vets, I'm the best in the West
[Verse 1: Defari]
Defari Herut – nickname, Money Morton
In the seal grey Porsche, a Gucci bucket sportin'
Venice Beach glasses, looking like two hundred dollars
Aye, I'm ghetto swap meet, but a well-known scholar
King told me, "Cousin, just let the top drop
This summer when it's hot, aye, we're both gon' squat"
"Holla, holla, holla," like that dude on Chappelle
In no time, no era, has Defari ever fell (Nope!)
Off like a light switch in the down position
I be spittin', I be shittin' – any beat, I be pissin' on
I just devastate that y'all piece of a hater
I can feed your horse mouth, 'cause I got a haymaker
I walk through the street like a tiger in the jungle
Keep all loose change, but prefer tight bundles
Of cash that could fill up the Sepulveda Tunnel
O.D. from a keg, from a 40, or a funnel
[Chorus: Defari]
Give me them dice, I don't roll snake eyes
I don't roll with fake dudes, I don't roll with fake guys
Gamble on ya boy, it's a sure shot bet
I'm the best of the vets, I'm the best in the West
Give me them dice, I don't roll snake eyes
I don't roll with fake dudes, I don't roll with fake guys
Gamble on ya boy, it's a sure shot bet
I'm the best of the vets, I'm the best in the West
[Verse 2: Defari]
Defari Herut – nickname, Nat Turner
On probation, had to get rid of the fat burner
But believe – when I'm off, I'ma get him, then I got him
I can dump at a chump with a life-threatening problem
Mr. Defari – nickname, Thoroughbred
Tell a chick take her time, give me thorough head
I blaze any stage, any crowd I amaze
I'm a star – so in the sky, I don't have to gaze
Love being free, fuck countin' the days
Soul brother to the grave, Frankie Beverly and Maze
I roll with the black, like sharks roll in packs
But I don't roll with cats that try to hold us back
Many, many flights, many tours, many nights
Still never drank Coors, still never snort white (Nope!)
I check cheese, cheese don't check me
I'm a muthafuckin' G for the G's, ask E-V
[Chorus: Defari]
Give me them dice, I don't roll snake eyes
I don't roll with fake dudes, I don't roll with fake guys
Gamble on ya boy, it's a sure shot bet
I'm the best of the vets, I'm the best in the West
Give me them dice, I don't roll snake eyes
I don't roll with fake dudes, I don't roll with fake guys
Gamble on ya boy, it's a sure shot bet
I'm the best of the vets, I'm the best in the West
[Outro: Defari]
Yup!
So this is what y'all wanted, huh?
That Likwit shit, huh?
That Likwit... shit, huh?
Madlib!
Your boy, Defari
Likwit Crew, from the cradle to the grave
Yeah
Big shots to all Dilated Peoples crew
Expansion Team Soundsystem
Likwit Junkies Crew
Aye, Swift!
Yeah, boy! It's what I'm talking about
Likwit forever, my nigga
Yeah, that!
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