1] I'm rolling through Ladera in a looking cleaner Drinking on the Slurpee, eating that fajita My passenger is occupied by Senorita And keeps on bugging me about wanting to meet her I don't really need her, I'm just tryna treat her nice So on, up in the night, I could go beat her And make a lie the gonorrhea So she don't feel guilty me wanting to leave her That "fuck" on t-shirt print is And I got that '87 bunny flow, like an Basket, you faggots, is plastic, like nerds old glasses But I'm still to get my ass kicked Conned-Sort actor, a Baby addict in the attic Where you can't get me and the Canon, they were never the same And please do not take a picture, I can't be seen you lames
Man, some muthafuckin' lames Man, y'all some lames Don't lie to yourself, some lames Man, some lames The Canon don't flash, y'all some I cannot be with you lames You mothafuckas is lames
2] Can't stop for, flashing, a cop car Me and. well, I'm a rock star Fuck the O.F. is banging on 'em Custom curlex rolling we're Ronald Regan on 'em Y'all dealers, I Carl Sagan on 'em Chop and screw Nas tracks, I got piano's on 'em My is yellow, but the grill is gold I couldn't the Ritalin cause my therapist the pill is old I can't skate, but I guess that's control I have sense, sorry I sold my soul For some gold Bapes low-price, stale Authentic, never fake, the poll, our statistic with authentics, check my steelo Cause my mob's like we Ceelo And he know, I am yes and even she instrument is a gram, kilo