Lyrics

[Intro: Joell Ortiz] Huh Heatmakerz CrackMusic Uh-huh, YAOWA Exactly, YAOWA I know your type Uh, uh [Verse 1: Joell Ortiz] Out here going viral, but your life's a spiral They double tappin', but don't know you well enough to like you Before I ever been to Paris, I had seen an Eiffel I can't believe those dark times used to seem delightful (Mmm) I ain't street no more but I'm still struggle mindful So my property got surveillance and a couple rifles Usually people close to you that undermine you So if my gut ever dislikes you, I'll just never mind you Filet mignon medium and a glass of pinot Half a kilo on thе table when I'm at casinos The word casino always makеs me think of Al Pacino I confused dinero but you must admit that that was heat though (Woo) [Chorus: Joell Ortiz] The phantom got stars in the roof Wine cooler console and the massage is the truth (Ahh) Guess that's why I'm so calm in the booth You don't know me youngin', but I had your aunt gettin' loose (Haha) [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] Million dollar cars on my rear deck Handshakes on my porch that lead to Learjet Damn, he ain't reached the end of his career yet Nope, and I'm still rappin' like I ain't here yet Like I ain't been nowhere except the projects with the beer breath Elevator broke, walkin' up the blood smear steps Probably don't know the new lingo when I come through But we all speak MAC-10 out the sunroof (Woo) [Chorus: Joell Ortiz, KXNG Crooked] The phantom got stars in the roof Wine cooler console and the massage is the truth (Ahh) Guess that's why I'm so calm in the booth You don't know me youngin', but I had your aunt gettin' loose (Facts) [Verse 3: KXNG Crooked] Yeah, I had your aunt gettin' loose (Gettin' loose) Man, you niggas just some ponds in the booth (Gettin' loose) I'm a bishop, nigga, Pac with the juice How that slave boy get so many rocks in his noose I would hang around niggas who put they block on the hood wall Now we buy uniforms for kids playing Pop Warner Football In prison where the cops wanna put y'all Crime stops with me, my seed's not gonna cook raw Knock knock, who is it? It's KXNG to ease up In the i8 with the wings up, Finta Supreme bucket, I'm blinged up, Amiri Jean'd up Mean muggin' police, throwin' that Long Beach East up (East up) Right out the sunroof, four finger ring on it Good shot, don't need a beam on it Pull up to a corner in Compton and seen the ghost of Eazy-E on it Park the whip, the old coke slingers lean on it I gotta go, big dough on the table Hit Tony the label, Heatmaker These killers makin' different kinda hits The clip's loaded and fatal, shoot you over some bread (Get a big hole in your bagel) Brothers kill you over cane, the stick older than Abel But I'm a born hustler, nigga, brick phone in the cradle (Who this?) I hop out a 6-4 in a sable Horsepower, I can hit every thick hoe in your stable But I'm chillin', I just get fly and go see the Lakers These rap niggas beefin', they dyin' to see their maker And they blame hip hop every time that I see the caper But where I'm from, niggas be slidin' to Anita Baker (Woo) [Chorus: Joell Ortiz] The phantom got stars in the roof Wine cooler console and the massage is the truth (Ahh) Guess that's why I'm so calm in the booth You don't know me youngin', but I had your aunt gettin' loose (Haha)