[Game]. It's not usual the game be all up on some South shit. Straight West Coasting you can tell by my outfit. Red 'nati fitted "Blood in Blood out" shit. Empty jelly jars nigga bird in the couch shit. The mad rapper Oscar the Grouch shit. Except when I'm hopping out of cans I'm pulling out shit. Dippin' the 4 though double X 3-D Polo. If hip-hop was the league I'd be the motherfuckin logo. Your last shit was so-so you should sign to Jermaine. I've been hard since I was solo. Niggas feel my pain I make it rain without the strippers. Go against the grain and put your shit back like some clippers. I bang and then I hang out at the Staples like Blake Griffin. You can tell I'm getting money the way that glass house is sitting. I mash out the strip then like Nas when I'm dippin. Feeling like God's Son the way that It Was Written. [Hook]. Them boys want they music on blast. Don't turn me down turn me up every time them cops pass. Mashed on the gas am I getting high don't even ask. Cause I got another ounce up in the stash. Them boys want they music on blast. Don't turn me down turn me up every time them cops pass. Mashed on the gas am I getting high don't even ask. Cause I take 2 hits and then I pass. [Game]. I see the cops in the rearview why can't a motherfucker chill in the car. Feelin' like Missy why you all up in my grill. They must know that I got bird stashed all up in my grill. Camouflage by the Armor All while it's sparkling off my wheels. And I fuck hoes that prey on Dwight Howard and Shaquille. Not them throwback rats they be on showin' college hill. For real I think my first album sold 5 mil'. And you say to yourself "He's broke". Well how the hell am I ballin' like Spalding. I did a couple of movies now agents calling and calling. Can't get to the phone right now cause balls is all in this bitch mouth. When did we start taking these tricks out?. Now she gon' run her big mouth and tell her girlfriend. You had her all up in the wind. Blowing yo cheese on Louie Vuitton and now that bitch is in the wind. And after the next draft she gon' start that cycle again. How you claimin' that bitch when she with him?. Come again cause. [Hook]. [Big Boi]. Daddy Fat Sax my balls are on your chin but can you tell me where my dick's at?. Come order ghetto head hunter head buster through the chit-chat. I skip to the lou my darling bring the thunder I'm the lightning that strikes twice. Motherfucker call me mass of cause I run the plantation and I'm whooping niggas asses. If they disrespect the presentation below the Mason-Dixon we facin' the basses that were missin' pimpin'. You can embrace it or come face to face with total devastation. My mojo is never fadin' I'm in my Optimus Prime transform. Switch it up heat it up speed it up that means I'm gone. Light years ahead of your Buzz Toy Story and club songs. Boy gone the A-T-L-iens are phoning home. But I feel like a librarian cause style's are being' loaned out like books. A castle full of crooks rape and pillage. They'll do anything for money I bet misleading the village. [Hook]. [E-40]. Not from New England but I pack a patriot. Not from Atlanta but I got the cater. Not from Chicago but I'm a bear. I'm a bay area nigga 49er Raider. I'm about my bread man I ain't no sucker. Now these bitch ass niggas soft as table butter. I'm about my riches magazines street hustler. You can ask your uncles daddies mothers and your older brothers. But I used to flee through that yellow white. Sellin' that shit below the retail price. I'm a rare breed like the bike club get it right. Desperado like Tori Amos shout out to dynamite. I got my red cup and some green. What kind of green you smoking pimp? Blue dream. My nigga let my hit that there hemp do your thing. How many woofers in your trunk? 4 15s