Cranium relaxing on a pillow,
Purp n wax stuffed all inside the cigarillo ,
Nintendo 64 while I get my dick buffed,
Good brain but not good enough to get handcuffed ,
Look released a couple babies then I dropped the control,
Dropped the blunt inside the ashtray I'm ready to go..
More than half you mothafuckas couldn't fuck wit me man..
Tougher then a fifty mile marathon in the sand ,
With a dead body on top of you
Look at what you got into ,
Verbal combat loser is what they gon be callin you..
Keep me satisfied with chicken n beer
N sum old skool tunes bumping in all in my ear ...
Wit a pretty face Mami wit my balls in her mouth ...polishing a spit shine suck the dick n I'm out ...
They say I'm hell bound but do I believe it (nah)
Cuz I'm in hell now trust me I see it...
So mr preacher Man U ain't gotta save me..
45 glock if anybody try to play me.
Dressed in all black but what I'm missin is the gold..
So keep ur chain tucked don't say u weren't told...
Cuz we raised amongst savages with nothing to lose,
Quick to jump a mothafucka for a pair of shoes,
And quick to kill a mothafucka if the price was right ,
An apetite for destruction
Pass the mic and ima tell you what I see (what you see?)
Crack head,dirty pig, and a hooker on the same corner,
Sticking needles in they vein like a blood donor ,
It's kinda fucked up but we all adapted to the madness..
Buzzin off a 211, yea I gotta have this
Drop top in a Benz the same age as me,
Keep a shorty in the passenger Rollin greenery,
So nah man they don't do it like sticky does
Inhale the trippy stick and stay faded like a hippy was,
Don't be surprised when I talk my shit, I got a thousand mothafuckas that'll slap ya bitch.. Like "wing Ching pang!" Mothafucka duck down.
So mr preacher Man U ain't gotta save me..
45 glock if anybody try to play me.
Dressed in all black but what I'm missin is the gold..
So keep ur chain tucked don't say u weren't told...