SUN RA IN A 64

Lyrics

They call me Mr. Mystery Product of this misery Mackin on a bitch Playa perfectin this pimpery My pocket fulla stones Travel the stars like I was meant to be Trapped up on this planet tryna manage Gotta keep the piece Tucked on my side .45 this life ain't shit to me You gon have to kill a g Them fists can't get rid of me I hop up in that space ship No there ain't no space bitch Blowin smoke at the speed of light Watch me lane switch I keeps an eye on my money Other eye up on my bitch Never trustin a soul My mind stronger than ya grip Gon and empty ya clip Ya just be doin me a favor The sin on my lips got her on her worst behavior Every flavor of bieutch Steady blowin up my pager Sayin 911 DOMs ain't the type to try and save em Chunkin dubs out the roof Born and raised up in the west Can't you tell from the vapors That be creepin from my chest Its S.I.C till I rest Doomset slittin necks In g-bodies Coutin hunnids & poppin Screw up in the deck Tapes hidin the Glock Cash stashed in the dash In case them foos try and run up Just free they soul and mash the gas Ya legs separated from ya hips You can't walk Outlined up in chalk Body bag up in the trunk Ain't no tags on em toes Another victim to this ahnk I can tell youre tryna fake the phonk Them playaz from the third coast slamming Caddy do's Hit the southside Cop a liter, po the foe Watch them pimps drop tops 3 wheelin down the coast Rollin 84s Choppin blades on vogues Got one countin scrilla Other stuffing optimo's Feel like Sun Ra That cosmic black 64' Got AKOZA right beside me In the slab swangin slow Hittin switches while I smoke Them playaz from the west side slamming Caddy do's Hit the southside Cop a liter, po the foe Watch them pimps drop tops 3 wheelin down the coast Rollin triple golds Choppin blades on vogues Got one countin scrilla Other stuffing optimo's Feel like Sun Ra That cosmic black 64' Got AKOZA right behind me In the slab swangin slow Hittin switches while I smoke