Lyrics

[Verse:] It's like one two three to the 4 Some day HBO will have my show South central loves to be seen on cable And you just talk while i been this state that is Am better around like this you know Sell 20 thousand but i live like i wouldn't go I wasn't really made for the exicist Damn you could at least say you love my shit So i think it is time now i make my impression felt And i ain't even going to call for extra help I'm just a man on a mission like Mike and Pilo There's no money in the world that can switch my motto OP for life hosting in Colorado Give it to me all night i will be in the studio tomorrow I broke down six four i don't want to borrow I'm coming with the ace ragtop get your goggles Versausi got scratched when niggers got in a squabble But you not feeling serious with high winds and cobble no You never been on a ride like this before I always think the song was better you know Now i think we more copacetic When they start saying mine better don't sweat it Throw on the sew on i got more to throw on I remember back in the days niggers use to Actually put some roll on i had this feeling like I'm in heaven That's what we came up on yea and that make you a legend Shout out to that nigga to eleven He don't got big rap songs But he be out here and that's a hard job for a nigga Especially when fools getting shotted cause the shit you saying Let us pray let us pray that's what they say every single day in LA yea So tell me when shit going to end since you made all that money From that shit in the end While the opposition has been prospering Niggers been online gossiping i wish there was a way to hear Pac again Damn i gotta see hip hop again even if they try throw rocks again I got more songs for niggers you know what I'm saying yea You know what I'm saying yea you know what I'm saying The song went down when we hit slots in miles make me get out On gas very often from Alcon to the car show I'm legit I use to like tuning cars too until i quit I had everything dipped wagon for my chick Bike for my son i write his name on that shit So as the chevrolet slide you know they don't got gates at Beverly Hills Heights But i love my slice of the American pie With 95 cents will get you a bag of fries 15 packs of ketchup on the side Squeeze them shits squeeze them shits Why is it so hard for me to leave this shit And why is it so hard for you to see this shit So before you hit the cohiba no tobacco for me only the chiba Tell them to use your finger baby in the meantime You know those colors is green time You couldn't come straighter than this on the same line Brothers do everything good like G Hinds You know what I'm saying yea You know what I'm saying yea You know what I'm saying yea