That's so...
I took two nickels, made a dime out it.
I took two waves and made a rhyme out it.
It's hard to explain it, but I did it while obtaining Steady ripping while I'm dipping, put the shine in it
Yeah, I check my rear view.
I tip it down a little just to get it.
I got the pigs on me.
I got the dibs on me.
So I slide and swerve and try to dib.
Make it smooth, get away so clean.
Then the smoke rain, my engine super supreme.
When the lights hit the bitch, that shit turn green.
But in the daytime, that motherfucker whipped cream.
My coupe, baby, blue.
I snoop what I do.
I quit, wear a sack.
Corrupt stock.
so we can bounce, rock, roller skate, and dip it down the shore.
The eyes like.
Six shots up a strong fallback.
Legs past my cell phone so I can hit big slooping quick stroll to the
Raleigh cause it's time to dip and the DJ didn't already played our shit a little bit from quick is worth all you
life is like a pussy you should have you a shot my foot is in the pool behind my big ass
crib, Captain Morgan Spiced Rum.
No Coke, Mr. Piv with an eighth of Menage on the deck of my spa.
Bad bitches just lounging.
Only bottoms, no bra.
Ponytail on my neck.
Who do I think I am?
Reggae music is blasting, eighth is down to a gram.
Now let's go to your hood, MTV playing jams.
Niggas wearing your cash down, wishing they were I am.
You're the color of money and your weed looks like autumn.
And the pockets on your jeans look like they did when you bought them.
I feel you, nigga.
I hate me too.
I wish you could make these bossy player moves that I do.
I'm exotic.
I'm eccentric.
I'm erotic, relentless, and if
Your dog is the king, then you know who the prince is.
Now crown me the quickness, terrorist, smart, and corrupt dog.
this is senseless.
Who in the world would have thought that we would think this?
Know what I think?
I think your
counterfeit rapid printer.
It's all out of ink.
You missed the glory days.
Not when telling stories pays, but you in the.
days chickens open up their legs and give me all their eggs laying them and laying me and pecking for their sanctity
I didn't pull out when I came.
My coot baby blue.
I snoop what I do.
I quick wear it.
So we can bounce, rock, roll a skate.
Dipping down a shot on platinum.
You call that swag?
I call that.
Smash off in a couple scuffles, chickens and duffel bags.
Mathematician calculating ounces and grams.
Miami to Amityville, Skittles from Candyland.
High off all types of bikes.
Headhunter, stunner, demonish candy man.
What up?
The iron in they hand.
Crush them like soda cans.
Aroma of green and tan.
Master Kush Iron Man.
A bird in the hand.
and some urine in the bush.
Frickin' seeing these mausoleum bunny rabbit rappers, it's a habit.
My coupe, baby, blue.
Hey, Snoop, what it do?
Hey, quick, wear a sack.
Corrupt stock.
So we can bounce, rock, roller skating, dipping down the shore.
I'm tight.
