what the fuck you thought?
it's my thing when I swing
always rap with the Black Gap
Roll up and cut the slug to the chest, so duck
I talk the talk, walk the walk,
Everything I touch is gold since 18 years old
I roll with the blunt and pump the endo
Smoke in it, I trip in a minute
Dig it, funk defined like Brat,
Who said the E can't rock,
Suck my dick and get a big fat
You wanna brawl? Pumped? I thought not
and stomped like self -squat
Suck her already stuck her
I rock the mic but too short,
Everything he touch goes platinum
I made a half a million in a week
and every nigga on the street
Erick Sermon Roller was short
Rode from California all the way to New York
in big Benz's G hooked it up,
now we tryna squash all that East West stuff
We spent years in the studio
Cause we all in it for the long run
And ain't nothing really hard
A big fat house with a million stash
You other niggas got this rap
Giving dads to the label,
Claim you getting paid, but I can't tell
You keep rapping in my ear
but I don't believe in you
You smoke a lot of blunts,
but I got more weed than you
I guess I'll see you on the charts
Another face in the crowd
Wishin' you could be in the light
just to breathe on the mic Bitch
Shout out, puttin' it down
Uh, you remind me of my fat girl chain
Some of y 'all are just more change
Three of us with true, true game
Ah, quick with the trick, Jack be nimble
those lookin' through my window
Short Dawg and E -Double and Bree,
Ow, money is the key to fame
major league though like Dave Justice
show them how we bust this