Lyrics

[Verse] Uh Circle the crib 'cause they follow ya Jealously's startin' to show the ribs in in Somalia Cover ya tracks from the pigs 'cause they swallow ya And ya makin' it easy being a partyer I'm a survivor even with the 9 A baseball bat, switchblade, a screwdriver The Llam got a kick back like Rowdy Roddy Piper I'll put your brains all over your windshield wiper Nigga go and practice, the flow is ferocious Million dollar face and it's all over posters We livin' great so we hit the shows and rosters Know niggas hate so we hit the shows with toasters [?] them bitches, those is holsters And we ain't off point 'cause the hoes approach us But slip up and I'ma steamroll you roaches I roll with the vultures they eager to pop ya And give you a reason to believe in ya doctor Fuck a Bentley, I got the key to the chopper With zoom in vision, it's easy to spot ya And yeah I went platinum of my first LP But it's all off one record so I'm gon' do three And it's only so long I'ma take the hate 'Fore I DDT yo ass like Jake The Snake Niggas rather see a thug dead 'Cause I love bread But the ruges'll have ya flyin' like sweat wear I'm something like the rap Ravishing Rick, I'm that slick That's why these niggas on my dick They reaching, want a nigga to respond to 'em But I'm like "nope" Niggas mad 'cause your broke You won't be satisfied 'till I get'chu in a yoke And I keep squeezing 'till you slip into a stroke Then I dip into the boat Every bar I wrote sent chills to through your veins like I'm dippin' in a coat I ride the track harder than pimpin' when your broke And I lean wit a beat like a fiend on dope Ya boy been hot before Hammer went broke (Uh-huh) Tyson was bitin' and Rakim had the rope I'm chillin' while you act hard Sippin' lemonade that the maid made from the tree in the backyard I got my own sneaker, dick, I don't wear those The entrepren nigga, won't put on their clothes The industry is filled wit a bunch of weirdos actin' like they don't want diamonds in they earlobes Shit, what hood you grew up in? 'cause comin' from where I'm from Motherfuckers want something My eyes all poky and red 'cause me and Buck like Somkey and Craig, ya learn something if ya open ya head I don't party unless they pay me If you want me to preform that's a extra eighty And ya almost on ya last meal So I only got three words for you Straight Outta Ca$hville