The nigga had a of old Air Impalenisias on Oh shit, the nigga had a of Air Christen Slater's Rebel I, slay the max, it's Digital Rockin' the latest in, every day comin' at Rockin' the in Ben Stillaways Fuck that, the next big thing, lay as Hollywood niggaz Now a money thing Yo yo
I was Dashing through the 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 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 paparazzi, she popped a wheelie on the candy apple Kawasaki Everything is sloppy, for those who copy I'll probably splash her tonight, don't Sippin' on Bacardi got me toxy Plus the Cali 'dro holdin' me, I'm to 'scape like the Roxy property, Monopoly, big shotti Snatch the cream, in the concert hall or in the lobby Used to be a hobby, got me duckin' Rudy I'm still coppin' big eights from papi Follow me, whether Gras' or house party It's like safari, ain't mean to catch the body But had 'em off the first blow, tryin' to knock me
I'm known to pump ya blood like the theme song to Kamikaze, might karate ya head like a naughty Dread then myself Collar Ratsi trained, I am for your artery I give the autographs but charge for Not hardly kid, you God body You'se a carbon copy, started to rock Wallys the broccoli, spaz off this ghetto opery Or catch the hot seat, you're bawty boy ya posse
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
Come, come, One for the dough, son Give me the
They get me, watch me move swiftly Broke the unmarked with this cabby who was a gypsy He stayed tipsy, said he loved his bills Drivin' the streets he kept on the night, shifty Quickly, who ring bells like it's on Sunday? While the catch shells from forceful gunplay Mere fact that the track was a counterattack All those who multiply were sent back No tanks, low rank, soldiers hittin' the Tainted the of an empire, was torn apart Brought to a from a front full assault The chemist the lab with undetermined results They saw the swordsman sift volts The audience threw nuts with screws and bolts The archives automatically ya stiff vibes It was layin' in the zip drive chest five
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 me the reasons
Come, come, One for the dough, son Give me the