[ Featuring
Jay Worthy ]
(La Musica de Harry Fraud)
This that 1970 shoot up your vein flow
Watching Ron O'Neal sniff powder, and push dope
I'm a Westside nigga, Kobe Bryant like deuce four
Gotta watch my back from all the devils ad gunsmoke
I don't dress like a P, but I'm that nigga for damn sure
Even though I got my bag, I'm in the set in a Lambo
Comfortable as a bitch, but I don't fig with her damn folks
I don't f*ck around with rappers, niggas ussy like paz doe
Rob me a nigga just for fun, Im an asshole
Even though I don't need the bread or the chain
I don't rock that, i can tell that nigga scared by the way that he talk fast
Damn I miss Tone Tone and Earl, this shit hurt bad
Yo, homies at the turnstiles selling swipes
Hellish life, Uncle off that Blade
We texting Wesley Snipes
Jerry Rice, 80 for that katie, and its betty White
Golden girl, suck us out the struggles like she Kelly price
Cushion for the pushing, that body made a better life
Chipping pepper, shredding cheddar, I might chef your slice
Rotten apple, growing senseless, back to stop and frisk
Mayor Addams new restrictions in t2his jurisdiction
Jury duty want to miss it, but don't want a ticket
Old warrant while we touring, I might be a dipshit
No the difference, know the distance, I could double digits
Crossing over, stepping back, I felt like Austin Rivers
Cruise the river, it was winter, we in Winnipeg
In the flesh the ladies love me for my intellect
Pocket full of Entemanns, no internet
Took the label around the world, where we intersect
Out in China, great china, nice plates
Nice dinners, I like nice dates
I told you wavy I got you
Rip Wavy Rip Yambo
Rip Fallen soldiers
Yo it's so smooth, it's like Streets of Rage
Literature, I rape the page
