[talking]

Yeah yeah

We gon' send this one out, to all the niggaz

that want beef, that got baby teeth

Why you can't eat little faggot

That Primo shit, Rassy Kassy, Golden Chyld, yaknow...



[Verse 1]

It's the R-ah-A-S, K-A double S

Inject the airbag, wreck a nigga's bubble S-Class

What's comin next, lets mash

Get so high walking I'll catch jetlag

If it ain't Hennessey and O.J. homie miss me

Keep my hairline down to the Nike sign crispy

Spit be, strictly mini-me Bin Laden's

Mixed with 16 men with life in the pen, ridin;

Gangsta - fuck how many records you sell

Get put on the missing milk carton in XXL

And it's NOTHIN, let's double the deal

Dick so deep down ya bitch mouth I'll cum in her hair

Guns and ones in the air, niggaz with stripes

Shootin up kites, posted on low-rider bikes

Cat named Russel Simmons got blessed in Good Night

You done fucked up like cripwalkin by Suge Knight



[Chorus]

"That's what happens when you reach for what you can't feel"

"Stop either" .... "wild golden child"

"Come on come on yo"

"Ask ya crew if I'm nice, they all say true" ..

"That's what happens when you reach for what you can't feel"

"Stop either" .... "wild golden child" ..

"The baddest flow" .. "niggaz know" ..



[Verse 2]

Guess I'm a rap nigga, cuz homeboy, it's a wrap

Commit a driveby with the music expressed there, and then toss the gat

Hop on the Red Eye to NYC though - D&D linked with Primo

And I'm hungry, so I'ma take what you got

Throw up a dub, spit at the camera like Tupac

My rap style is Sheek like two L.O.X.

Word on a few blocks; my technique's too hot

I repeat, DO NOT get it twisted

Get ya head a brick or "Park" at 106 bitch

Then catch me exprayin a halo, with a immitation J-Lo

.. yaknow - haters lay low

Who the only west coast nigga to air out Kay Slay mixtape tho'?

(Rassy) mo' dirty, SC-430

Stand with my knee, eatin a plate of beef curry beyotch!



[Chorus]



[Verse 3]

I pop my collar, pop pistols, and pop ecstasy

Boricuas call me Poppi when they pop they pee

Used to pop-lock and lock and watch

Pop locks and bugularize spots

Pop wheelies on the red and chrome Huffy

Graduated to Suzukis - hot soda pop or pop bottles at Sky Sushi

Ask me what's poppin; most likely ya collar bone

Ever had that feelin where ya by yourself but not alone

With Big Brother, and Big Brother see you

I'm hard-headed, my dick look like R2-D2

Mini-me too - speed through in the V-1-2

C-Arson style, know how we do

All money is legal, dead pres to green eagle

You funny style like Bernie Mac, rappin like Beanie Sigel

Golden Child of the west, don't know how to act though

Kicked off the Up In Smoke tour for scrappin with Death Row



[Chorus]



"That's what happens when you reach for what you can't feel"

"Stop either" .... "wild golden child" ...