The Big Kahuna Outro

Lyrics

[Intro] Ice rocks what up Let me take [?] Lord lord [Verse] Yeah I'm something like a jazz musician Except we on the corner, this is facts we spitting Yeah nigga, always better than my last addition So vivid, can't tell if it's fact or fiction I'm humble with the hammer, my jungle niggas matter Before I bake the cake always double up the batter The pianos remind me of a Nat King Cole Got this rap thing sold, but let this mack clean go 7 for a verse no curses all punches Gave away free dinners, working on lunches Loyalty production, first recorder fee is buzzing I'm a champ for the people that's according to the public The back is still original, I'm trapping off the digital Alcohol and criminals is all I been a witness to Shooter on the standby, moving on man time Mother fuck the feds, niggas using land lines Tanning in Aruba eating salmon and some tuna I don't gotta be Hawaiian they know I'm the big Kahuna Mother fucker I don't gotta be Hawaiian they know I'm the big Kahuna