The nigga had a pair of old Air on Oh shit, the nigga had a of Air Christen Slater's Rebel I, slay the max, it's really Rockin' the latest in, every day comin' at Rockin' the in Ben Stillaways Fuck that, the next big thing, lay as Hollywood niggaz Now that's a thing Yo yo
I was Dashing the hood Eighteens the whip, smoke gray skid marks on five-oh, smokin' all the way With my all-star team, see our shine Yo son we gotta make cream whether raps or Nixon times
They call me Rollie, me polly with the wide body Dinali the bad hottie, rocked enough ice to play hockey I swarm like paparazzi, she a wheelie on the candy apple Kawasaki Everything is sloppy, philosophical for who copy I'll splash her tonight, don't block Sippin' on Bacardi got me toxy Plus the Cali holdin' me, I'm 'bout to 'scape like the Roxy property, Monopoly, big shotti Snatch the cream, whether in the concert or in the lobby Used to be a hobby, got me duckin' Giulianni Like I'm still coppin' big eights papi me, whether Mardi Gras' or house party It's wild like safari, mean to catch the body But had 'em wobbly off the first blow, to knock me
I'm known to ya blood like the theme song to Rocky Kamikaze, might karate chop ya head a naughty Dread then call myself Collar trained, I am for your artery I give the autographs but charge for Not kid, you awkward God body You'se a carbon copy, just to rock Wallys Spark the broccoli, spaz off this opery Or the hot seat, you're bawty boy without ya posse
Come, come, One for the dough, son me the reasons
Come, come, One for the dough, son me the reasons
Come, come, One for the dough, son Give me the
Come, come, One for the dough, son me the reasons
They get me, watch me move swiftly Broke the unmarked fifty with this cabby who was a He stayed tipsy, said he loved his crispy Drivin' the he kept heat on the night, shifty Quickly, who ring bells like it's twelve on While the stage catch shells from forceful Mere that the track was a fierce counterattack All those who couldn't multiply were sent No tanks, low rank, soldiers hittin' the Tainted the heart of an empire, was torn Brought to a halt from a front assault The chemist left the lab with undetermined saw the swordsman sift electrical volts The audience threw nuts with loose and bolts The archives changed ya stiff vibes It was layin' in the zip drive from chest
Come, come, One for the dough, son Give me the
Come, come, One for the dough, son me the reasons
Come, come, One for the dough, son Give me the
Come, come, One for the dough, son me the reasons