Put a dip in your hip.
Put a glide in your scribe.
We ride up and down that strip gangsta.
From the bottom to the top, top to the bottom.
Flip, walk, and I love the globe.
Tell them in the coffin, watch them.
He's a little too damn hype, but runs around with a glass gun packed with a lighter.
Steady coming down, he gets higher and higher.
South with sun up the south, motherfuckin' cider by the blue ocean.
Hose with suntan lotion, west coastin'.
Three wheel motion, wide open.
pupils far from closing zooted and brooded kicking your dogs in recognize be the area
code getting brain baby girl until my head explode players get what they want suckers get what they can't
In the palm of my hand.
Cheap and pimpin'.
See we live by the code and we die all alone.
So I'm riding for my homies with life or be the past stone.
Show the whole block up, baby mama knock.
Slangy Q. Knees up that D. Keep it rocked up.
Best to get socked up.
Posing your rhyme.
Flop, smash, and shine.
Ride like Shea.
Come on up.
I'm working while you serving and you packing the steel.
You turn, you learn, just keeping it real.
Outside, I move, I can't tell no lie.
We'll be right back.
Straight sweeper out for free.
Call her up in a week.
I'm like your baby ball.
I'm just keeping it real.
I'm making toes curl back.
Why you popping them pills?
Come on.
I'll leave you frozen.
Standing there puss and got the game on lock.
With the windows wide open.
My mind in the zone from all the weed.
I be smoking.
Come on, take a ride.
Did you see?
I'm not joking.
Purple Kush, Chronic Leaves with his passion Hennessy.
He just stuck fucked up like your girl next to me with a Frankie Tennessee's.
I got to take in the
clothes off.
I'm touching on the booty and it's feeling so soft.
She's buying my things at your cost.
It's my game that you're lost.
Throwing up the big W.U.
Showing off what I'm coming through.
Put the shit in perspective.
You better respect it when it's true.
Cause I keep it pimpin'.
Cause pimping's what I do.
Stupid pimping.
