Masta Yo, I gotta be around this music, therapeutic The first fresh [?] of the day is so I walk, in my head, there's a voice that talks In my ear I can so clear, you think I'm buggin' right? I'm just contemplating the [?] Out to the Westside my Cali gangstas ride and get the head right Yo son, I'm on the flight in Twist some [?] I'm guaranteed the of his psalm before we reach Throw the instrumental on it, [?] pattern of speech [?] military arm ready to swarm, get party on Drinks on the house tonight, ladies right Atmosphere nice and warm, we like a hundred thieves strong Ghost want the red light on we get on An too short [?], we got a million songs
Method Yo I gotta be around this music, it's Like my first blunt of the day to the movement I'm sittin' in the room with a view, there's always for improvement So I my coat and go and prove it Just me against the world, you can find me in the She'll spot me in the lobby, probably find me in the Cop a 'Rari, the [?] in the of my seats Tryna put me in a til' I wind up in the beast That's the belly, how dare tryna tell me when to eat With a plate of barely in my reach My team shoot dice, we used to shoot in the streets Wear the same for a week But now we livin' life, and such a good life I wish I could live it twice I'd probably make [?] my It's Wu-Tang Clan, always collect Proper education, always errors
Yo, bananas, so gorilla Chi-town know I'm pimping the mic, One hit, and chicks me like Twitter Crack when I talk, I the mic [?] The fiends hit it, swing wit' it I'll box niggas in like Dom did it I get dough, [?] for the flow My weed greener than Lou Ferrigno My right-hand man on the pistol I crack these up like Nabisco Oh, at me, I'm lightweight But with the heart to peel back your white Yo want me to make her wifey Hit it, make the bitch hyphy at high Doc