(feat. Kokane)



[Kokane talking]

Fuck you, fuck you

Now I lay em' down to sleep

fuck you, fuck you



[Verse 1]

It goes down like this

Slingshot so I can't miss

Known to put em all in a twist

Khop[chop] C.G, top mack shop hitting C

Bank shot top of the key

Hit you in the gut with this he-re

No you can't touch this he-re

Come run with one young musketeer

And smoke one four the broke one

Blow one for the poor one

Grab your cups pour the potion

From the get go, my shit flow 

Like the bombay tweed wit a sisco

And at the disco

I want you movin in your chucks

Sliddin in your gators

High heels and pumps

Enemies and haters

Shake the beams and the pistols wit it

I'mma go on and grab the sticky green

With the crystals in it

Do your thizzle wit it

Just how you want to

And everybody gone do

And can't no nigga do it like this nigga do



[Chorus]

I love my cheese, I got to have my chedder

I love my drank, but on the rocks is better

Don't love no hoes, cuz they full of drama

I love my weed, I love marijuana



[Verse 2]

It go red light, flashlight, hit the black light

Known to keep the sack tight

Get your act right

Whether in your 750's

Riders on your back slowing down for train tracks

Push it back on the map

Been a long time coming

In the cut long time gunning

Heat keep huming

Pass it to the point guard rookie

Out to stash chips last cookies

Then mash to the backyard boogie

Spending huns on my loved ones

Give a dose back

With the haterism hold that

You can find me in the back

Where they blows at

Off the yack and the prozack

Where the homies and the hoes at



[Chorus]



[Verse 3]

Now gone and give her two thumbs up

For this little one cunt

Young runt

And give me two more for the funk

Bang the trunk out the window halfway

Roll em up hot-box

Roaches in the ashtray

Head steady nodding

Feeling old school, steady mobbin

Mouth full of cotton

So gone and bend a corner with me

We could ride to the store

Me young bandit, if you aint know

I been young super nigga 

Even before Cube scooped a nigga

Way back had the hay-sack

And had a pocket full of loot

Bump with the douche

Work in the hood

Heata in the bush

And I used to hold a sack

Till a nigga got rich like Quaterbacks

Now I throw the sac

It's either that or blow a sack

Still keep in tact

An in a quater sack

Making transactions [Huh]



[Chorus x2]