SF Bay

Lyrics

[Intro] Let me get a lighter [Verse 1] I bathe in the water of the wrath I like to count the money bitch, I like to do the math You sneaky like a left jab, overhand right I'm Friday night fights and the mythic bright lights I gotta suit fashion; I like to dress in a high fashion Broke hoes with good jokes keep me laughin I talk shit behind the tint of my benz As my driver goes 90 over that Bay Bridge It's like smokin weed all up in Heaven My god is a 7 yo, and I'm a 3-11...that's 14 I sport Jordans when I wear jeans I'm in the hills of Tahoe throwing on my high beams I like to wear rings, a couplе pretty things I sport leather on a bitch if thе city rains We do drugs on a polar bear rug If ya man is a pimp, don't expect no love It's all upgrade; a new shade block the sunrays Tupac on every Sunday Tupac on every Sunday [Interlude] (Incoherent conversation) [Verse 2] I unwrap the plastic off the swisher Grab your telephone bitch, you can take a picture Pour it like it's liquor, but move a little quicker We live by the gun so we die by the trigger...that's word life Man have you ever seen a fiend's pipe? It's as dark as 12 AM, even in the sunlight I lose my train of thought...until you say the cost I got a pookie that love when I take a loss I got a prohibition mindstate about the crime rate No love, bitch on a blind date You get a repo reaction from the people Down here we bump C-Bo We sport FILAs and Adidas...and Perry Ellis Them bitches might be fine, but them hoes be getting jealous It's high fashion, car crashin, suit matchin Talkin shit on the freeway laughin I got a sweet tooth, I like candy paint I talk shit to a bitch till the hoe faint I got a sweet tooth, I like candy paint I talk shit to a bitch till the hoe faint [Interlude] (Incoherent conversation) [Verse 3] This the new testament You get the tour and the estimate Rhyme crime up in your residence Your camera lens is not a friend, it's just a fan So I talk a lot of shit behind the tint of my Benz on I-80 8-80, 9-80, 5-80, 2-80 Aw baby All aboard like a train My young homie says he's like a old man cause he gotta push caine Like a don...cause it's on...and never run My soul will never die, it's like the holy Quran And on a scale, it's like bail...and killa whales Get at me early baby; somethin like a clearance sale I open up, I let you know...about the cost I eat a porkchop with a deep money thought I open up, I let you know...about the cost I eat a porkchop with a deep money thought Like a dead poet, and you know it cause you show it I'm drivin down the San Jose, and I like to flow it Like a dead poet, and you know it cause you show it I'm drivin down the San Jose, yeah and I like to flow it [Instrumental]