I'm gettin' hella mail jail, niggas tellin' me to kill it When they get out I'll bring 'round some bitches Shinobi, how I kick it, "American Ninja" major picture my remote, same way I do them ho's
But she already know before she touch my Chevy Real nigga, let me it as clear as my windows No square enter in the circle of winners Know I'm prepared for whatever, if you know I been through
Rear-view, clear vision, memories of paid Confined to a runway, thunderstorms came But look what it to, somethin' that amazes you Soon as you hatin' and hear what I gotta say to you
Baby blue, D's, White 11, '96 No retro card with this Same year, my Impala with the shift Four door suicide, car, chauffeured
Shawty body chocolate, Russel Brung wit' her whenever I invite her over Polo sweater, Teddy hangin' off her shoulder No care here so we put it in the air
Walkin' 'round my house, say she fuck everywhere That's cool, baby, but I got that pool table We ain't gotta stay from it, it's all good If you wanna get under it I guess I can fuck with it
Before I got on this beat, it made out a bucket And these boys, I granted this death Legendary lay-up Jordan with the right-left Hang time, hand glide, stir fried, chanky-eyed,
Candy rain, frame, I ride '87 ZR1 to the T-top softened Put 'em in the bitch, all gassed up She drinkin' from the pump, that's all bad
Tryin' to pass, fucked and crashed Bitches all flip, fools tryin' to it last Emotional luggage, nothin' of it, I check bags I just carry on, leave that bullshit in the
Rose, Sean Don, O.J. in my glass Mimosa, program, bow ties curriculum Doors open like a pendulum Rockin' my jet set
Foolish, the serve Wimbledon, interior cinnamon The car that I'm sittin' in, calm my bad I her my Ritalin, just kiddin' Not pillin', element twistin'
From the herb the fire and the wind I'm livin' Not pillin', element twistin' the herb come the fire and the wind I'm livin' From the herb the fire and the wind I'm livin', yeah