Man I be lacin' up my blue Chucks rag on the left side

Westcoast n***a yeah the home where the best ride

Step into my zone where the best die test I

Fresher than a mothaf**kin' gangsta yes I

Test drive your b***h knock the wheels and muffler off

Blow your brains off n***a you should've had a tougher boss

I'm takin' off in a old school old school

A 80's baby yeah I apply with them old rules

My spaceship out of bounds with them new shoes

The kush that I blow smellin' like mildew

You say you real fool n***a I feel you

But if not; click pow I'ma kill you

I'm a boss you salad toss

Toss salad f**k around b***h I'm a boss

I'm a mechanic I fix the metal

I make it solid pupateer like Joe pedal

Can't you see I got them new shoes on that new 2012

Can't even prenunciate it and don't know how it's spelled

Off of diesel and jet fuel holdin' clientelle

New licks I ain't tell shoot yourself might as well

I'm spiratic a money mongrul I'm hungry for them greens

I got bitches with money moguls from here to New Orleans

I'm so vicious I'm hungry for it f**k a triple beam

I'ma heat them niggas with the triple beams with triple beams

Red dot 'em I got 'em get 'em hit 'em set 'em down

Watch him get up nickel hit 'em fill 'em spin 'em 'round

n***a listen I'm gon' tell you again about the Pound

Next time you hit the town on my momma lay 'em down n***a

Boss