favourite martian Bill Bixby, I'm lane switching and wheel twisting Rubber buring, paper rolling, Why y'all kill switching All about my capital, hold it down
I wanna be down With what you're going through I wanna be down I wanna be down with you No matter the time Of day or night it's true I wanna be down [(
want To be the ones fuckin' your girlfriend, the moment you out I know the street game backwards, forwards, sideways It used to be an honest hustle back then but nowadays It's cut
Army and his wilder days Raisin' my daddy and bailing his hay He cut off a twist of tobacco, stuck it in his jaw Cocked back his hat with a sideways
clique relaxin' in the hills of Aspen, poppin' pills and Aspirin and I'm the machine that brought Marshall back to life told him that my rhymes just
Gotti ain't playin' games Gotti don't buss in the crowd, I see my mane in aim Situations don't matter, put yo head on a platter Catch the cut then bitch
stack my mail watch me come come through chevy, lookin heavy, comin down and I gots to come down nigga just roll, lets just smoke watch me come down and
, and we pay for a tab Don't matter what size the bill is We don't need your support, wack speech your thought Just to rhyme my **** when the tape cut
at the bustaz No matter how you try, niggaz never die We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply You see me strikin down the block, hittin corners
the top golden opportunities Some man is out for cut-throat And I ain't watchin' no face And that's a fact don't prove that Just dealin' with beers Most
stop till I make scriller nigga, go fuck around, nigga Cut up sideways deal with my way, nigga, rock the town Stand my ground, romp around, nigga, get 'em down
my folk when I dump them .44 slugs all down they throat It takes one time, all night, to peel your tonsols From the phone post, you know, All up in the cut
wheelin' down Crenshaw It was nineteen hundred and eighty three I knew exactly what the Fuck I wanted to be a low rider bass provider drop down like
Just give me one second, man Keith, what man When I look back at this I realize I came at you sideways and I apologize You damn right you came at me sideways
bitches askin' Our clique relaxin' in the hills of Aspen, poppin' pills and Aspirin and I'm the machine that brought Marshall back to life told him that my rhymes just
Yeah, Hypnotize Minds, Project Pat We just want y'all to dance with us man Y'all know what it is, it's goin' down Motorcycle with it, with it, motorcycle