Conglomerate

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Respect my conglomerate, Watts City monument I rock plenty blocks Plenty hoes drop plenty off the tops when I'm rhymin' it Bringin' in revenue, this requitable untreadable Put me on a pedestal, I'll stay up there Schoolin' the youth, y'all are welcome to my daycare Strike like a bright match in the night Attack like a lion when you ain't tamin' her right Pull my aim to get right to your cranium Bars are titanium, cocaine from Cuba, choppers from Iranians Coupe like a UFO, welcome to Alien I'm E.T. in the GT and I'm rapin' them Fuckin' them, no Vaseline Good night, then I'm talkin' them mafia screams Silent cries of a coward Kid said it best, gotta kill 'em in the shower And I don't smoke diesel if the taste ain't sour And I don't fuck with him if he ain't one of ours I represent the Towers Hangin' on a motherfucker startin' on my set gang Bangin' on 'em motherfuckers Respect it or check it, I'm nothin' to mess with Ménage with my bitch and my exes, I'm that cold Shit, got a bitch that's thick as my bankroll Puffin' up two Ls, I'm wearin' the Kangol Draped in gold like I strode by a rainbow I'll rob Slick Rick, I ain't poppin' big shit Poppin' big clips, AR, firm grip Dominique Dawes, make every one of y'all flip I light the chronic and get high So high, I can play dominoes with God Breakin' bread with the disciples and sip wine Come back down and tell you I had a good time West Coast dime like the sunset Don't worry 'bout me, I ain't have a son yet They pray for my downfall They want to walk in my shadow like a groundhog These niggas is Barbie dolls Bitches with four legs Before I fuck, shit, I need head Doin' bad, then askin' you for bread Rasta, those are the days that I tread Case closed, right back on the road with it Pimp shit, whatever I say, she roll with it Smash a live nation way before Hov did it Polo Dickies, cut low-low fitted Low-low on Melrose, tap switches Eight (?) and Jehovahs bear witness I was taught, "Stay with your gun and mind your business" And windows just glass and niggas will jump in it You think it's all love, but we ain't playin' no tennis Niggas that will smoke you, local henchmen Riders, looters, drivers benchin' .38, special edition, no mask on