The nigga had a pair of old Air on Oh shit, the had a pair of Air Christen Slater's Rebel I, slay the max, really Digital Rockin' the in, every day comin' at niggaz Rockin' the in Ben Stillaways Fuck that, the next big thing, lay this as niggaz Now that's a money Yo yo
I was Dashing the hood with the whip, smoke gray Leavin' skid marks on five-oh, all the way With my all-star team, see our shine Yo son we gotta that cream whether raps or Nixon times
They call me Rollie, watch me polly with the wide Dinali Packed the bad hottie, rocked enough ice to play I swarm like paparazzi, she popped a wheelie on the candy apple Everything is sloppy, philosophical for those who I'll probably splash her tonight, don't on Lime Bacardi got me toxy Plus the Cali 'dro holdin' me, I'm 'bout to like the Roxy Ever property, Monopoly, big the cream, whether in the concert hall or in the lobby Used to be a hobby, got me Rudy Giulianni Like I'm coppin' big eights from papi Follow me, whether Mardi Gras' or house It's wild like safari, ain't to catch the body But had 'em wobbly off the first blow, to knock me
I'm known to pump ya blood like the theme to Rocky Kamikaze, might karate chop ya like a naughty then call myself Collar Ratsi Professionally trained, I am for your I give the autographs but for photography Not hardly kid, you awkward God You'se a carbon copy, just started to rock the broccoli, spaz off this ghetto opery Or the hot seat, you're bawty boy without ya posse
Come, come, One for the dough, son Give me the
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 me the reasons
They couldn't get me, me move swiftly Broke the unmarked fifty with this who was a gypsy He stayed tipsy, said he his bills crispy Drivin' the streets he heat on the night, shifty Quickly, who ring like it's twelve on Sunday? While the stage shells from forceful gunplay Mere fact that the was a fierce counterattack All those who couldn't were sent back No tanks, low rank, soldiers the heart Tainted the of an empire, was torn apart Brought to a halt from a front full The left the lab with undetermined results They saw the swordsman sift electrical The audience threw with loose screws and bolts The archives automatically changed ya stiff It was layin' in the zip drive from five
Come, come, One for the dough, son Give me the
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