Gamble on Ya Boy

Lyrics

[Intro: Dap Sugar Willie sample & Defari] "It's good to be back... *ahem* Y'all won't believe— Y'all won't believe this tonight, see Everybody think Hollywood is what... You read, hear about, and it's a drag It's rough out there 'Cause, see, you got a lot of phonies Out there" (Aye, roll that up, man) "Everybody wanna be a star..." Aye, Madlib... You a fool for this, Madlib! [Chorus: Defari] Give me them dice, I don't roll snake eyes I don't roll with fake dudes, I don't roll with fake guys Gamble on ya boy, it's a sure shot bet I'm the best of the vets, I'm the best in the West Give me them dice, I don't roll snake eyes I don't roll with fake dudes, I don't roll with fake guys Gamble on ya boy, it's a sure shot bet I'm the best of the vets, I'm the best in the West [Verse 1: Defari] Defari Herut – nickname, Money Morton In the seal grey Porsche, a Gucci bucket sportin' Venice Beach glasses, looking like two hundred dollars Aye, I'm ghetto swap meet, but a well-known scholar King told me, "Cousin, just let the top drop This summer when it's hot, aye, we're both gon' squat" "Holla, holla, holla," like that dude on Chappelle In no time, no era, has Defari ever fell (Nope!) Off like a light switch in the down position I be spittin', I be shittin' – any beat, I be pissin' on I just devastate that y'all piece of a hater I can feed your horse mouth, 'cause I got a haymaker I walk through the street like a tiger in the jungle Keep all loose change, but prefer tight bundles Of cash that could fill up the Sepulveda Tunnel O.D. from a keg, from a 40, or a funnel [Chorus: Defari] Give me them dice, I don't roll snake eyes I don't roll with fake dudes, I don't roll with fake guys Gamble on ya boy, it's a sure shot bet I'm the best of the vets, I'm the best in the West Give me them dice, I don't roll snake eyes I don't roll with fake dudes, I don't roll with fake guys Gamble on ya boy, it's a sure shot bet I'm the best of the vets, I'm the best in the West [Verse 2: Defari] Defari Herut – nickname, Nat Turner On probation, had to get rid of the fat burner But believe – when I'm off, I'ma get him, then I got him I can dump at a chump with a life-threatening problem Mr. Defari – nickname, Thoroughbred Tell a chick take her time, give me thorough head I blaze any stage, any crowd I amaze I'm a star – so in the sky, I don't have to gaze Love being free, fuck countin' the days Soul brother to the grave, Frankie Beverly and Maze I roll with the black, like sharks roll in packs But I don't roll with cats that try to hold us back Many, many flights, many tours, many nights Still never drank Coors, still never snort white (Nope!) I check cheese, cheese don't check me I'm a muthafuckin' G for the G's, ask E-V [Chorus: Defari] Give me them dice, I don't roll snake eyes I don't roll with fake dudes, I don't roll with fake guys Gamble on ya boy, it's a sure shot bet I'm the best of the vets, I'm the best in the West Give me them dice, I don't roll snake eyes I don't roll with fake dudes, I don't roll with fake guys Gamble on ya boy, it's a sure shot bet I'm the best of the vets, I'm the best in the West [Outro: Defari] Yup! So this is what y'all wanted, huh? That Likwit shit, huh? That Likwit... shit, huh? Madlib! Your boy, Defari Likwit Crew, from the cradle to the grave Yeah Big shots to all Dilated Peoples crew Expansion Team Soundsystem Likwit Junkies Crew Aye, Swift! Yeah, boy! It's what I'm talking about Likwit forever, my nigga Yeah, that!