Barbarian

Lyrics

"You're a barbarian, a savage" [Verse 1] I'm a barbarian, a savage, fully and semi automatic A mannish hustler with the package, rock like Lenny Kravitz On a mission about my mail, peddlin' chickens, Burney's and 12's Rob a nigga if I have to, if all else fails But that ain't really my get-down plus I know the laws of nature It might not come back on me now but this will come back on me later I'm from it, built for battle, the Bay made me a beast Same Levis for weeks - 501's, no crease I pack a cannon, .44 like Clint Eastwood you see A cannon? Yeah but not the Canon camera 7D I'm whiskey off this Landy I don't know when I'll be sober again I'm just now falling down from the sky Finally coming down off my high If it wasn't for the water the rap game would be dry So I feed the soil life, resuscitate the game Breathe life back into every real nigga that we lost, mane [Hook: Cousin Fik] Uh, he an animal, a beast He don't eat, nigga he feast Same jeans for weeks Out here with the zombies, fiends and tweaks [Verse 2] Do the development while I might better tetch it don't wanna get caught loose Some of these niggas act ill when they get on pills and courage juice A lot of these dudes ain't real, lot of these cats are synthetic Swervo, counterfeit, yeah nigga I said it I just scribble on top of suckers up on my solid-dude list I don't need no liabilities, I can't be taking no risks Gotta say I found, go hard like them Marion Barbarians When there's beef can't be no vegan or vegetarian In the streets of Calif-harm-ia don't let the palm trees mislead ya Come out here with that tough guy attitude and we'll bleed you Every time I look around I hear the streets blocked up It's just like where you say send ya back in a pine box I take my shirt off in this bitch, stretch marks and all Turn into something, put my back against the wall Get to jacking and punching until I break a nigga jaw Keep swinging and swinging until my enemy fall Biatch! [Hook: Cousin Fik] He an animal, a beast He don't eat, nigga he feast Same jeans for weeks Out here with the zombies, fiends and tweaks [Verse 3] Mommy and daddy never home so we raised ourselves No dental plan, medical insurance and health So I'm out here with the zombies, dope fiends and tweaks Bodies in the streets covered with sheets Unlicensed drunk drivers, sex offenders in prides Supposed to be saved folks, sinners and backsliders It ain't for play, one thing about Los Angeles, San Diego and The Bay We quick to throw it all away in one day Over some he-say, she-say Lock me up and throw the key away, give me L-I-F-E Give a fuck, "I'ma die out here" became my mentality Be a barbarian till I'm old and grey for eternity Ghetto celebrity, hey, specializing in selling D But right now it's a drought, so I'm selling tree Zips, zaps, zubbles, peas for three Thou-wow a pound, nigga holla at me Biatch! [Hook: Cousin Fik] He an animal, a beast He don't eat, nigga he feast Same jeans for weeks Out here with the zombies, fiends and tweaks