so i pass the blizzle to the gizzle.
puff, puff, pass. hes aware of the dizzle.
the rotation begins
we get so motha fuckin high its a sin
now back to ma boy,
kali take this dont let the drop fizzle
...
so i jump on tha beat like a trick with two feet...
that i seen in tha street and owe me money for a week...
so i raised my right hand ask a hoe where my grand?...
so she whimpered and cried, as i reach to her side.
pull out a fat roll, pocket that and let her go.
light up a fat blunt, relax, kick back, and hit that.
as another hoe walk up, beside my dough...
lay the chrome 4-5 that hit ya right between the eyes...
its the snitches i dispise tellin all kinda lies...
ima scareface on this shit all tha way to tha end...
and when i see you, you gonna say whats up to my lil friend...
hey, whoa. bitch i got to go.
i hear the 5-0, set the gat to blow.
and if you didnt know from the smell,
my truck filled with ganja.
packaged up ready to sell,
never leave it on ya...
cause you might have to bail...
and thats ya whole stash lost, cause u aint trying go to jail..
everytime i go to talk i spit fire out my mouth...
i got weed in bulk nigga, i can make a ganja house...
see here come a trick trying to hop in tha mix...
keep hatin cause my shit go harder than Lu Kang kicks...
me and tyler had it poppin on some real g shit...
and then along came a bitch
tryin to spit it like he spit dicks.
he known to swallow shit.
so give him your load,
he dont care how old,
make it warm not cold.
now off to kali, this shit is gettin old....
shit you can call me mr.fix its , cause my barrell stay warmer than a batch of buttermilk bisuits....
its all down field from now, just call me Willy Beaman...
all you niggas tryin to bust, but your just sacks full of seamen..
im creepin im crawlin on the wall to your cell.
dont try to stop me im sent straight from hell.
ill break everything you have to prove my point.
smoke the blunt to the head, roll another joint...
i gotta stay high if not im poppin on cuz...
i stay with a semi that shot hollows or slugs...
all you niggas talkin shit but i dont feel threatened..
deaths the only thing thats certain, i could die any second...