[00:20.42]Got the reggies from the Bush
[00:21.69]Get lifted like a saint off the kush, man all my niggas push
[00:24.73]So I always got the zipstock in the Ziplock
[00:27.02]Stay lo, like Ralph lip stock, hit the Mary, won't kiss and tell
[00:29.96]My lips locked but my grip's not so I pass it off
[00:32.47]Real burners, and we ashing off your furniture
[00:34.71]Fuck your couch, bitch, hush your mouth
[00:37.10]She said she fell in one of them Ls, but lust don't count
[00:39.38]These chickens don't love me, they love the account
[00:42.07]But they will never know what's the amount, I keep the hoes in check
[00:45.22]'Til they bounce, don't ever let a chick see you withdrawn
[00:48.25]These niggas want to know what I draw with
[00:50.25]But won't respond to what I've drawn
[00:51.99]Tetrahedrons, take a dose of Patron
[00:54.61]With knowledge juice and deuce Cubes of Metatron
[00:57.23]They wouldn't hear the tone through a megaphone, let alone
[01:00.15]Cella phone, but my line stay hella blown
[01:02.55]Hella blown, hella blown
[01:10.41]Yo Houston, we got a problem, copy
[01:12.73]Four, five hotties in the lobby
[01:14.22]Said that they can blow the rockets properly,
[01:15.97]but blow up spots and never stop
[01:17.30]Like them aki's, they never get aqui to my property
[01:19.83]Known around my city like George Pataki
[01:22.02]Young Jason for them dollars in the mix like teriyaki
[01:24.63]And round four, I force my large Versace
[01:26.80]Over my big head, cause I don't live here, she getting too cocky
[01:30.94]Won't spot me in no closet
[01:32.47]I ain't like Kels and them
[01:34.28]Her closet full of arm limbs and a skeleton
[01:50.11]I spray nines on foes, bet if you pick five emcees
[01:52.58]Seven, ain't gone flow like me, nigga I'm two-six
[01:54.91]I mean too sick, sent to Earth just to shit
[01:57.26]Mami, come steer, some new stick, got a man?, I don't give two shits
[01:59.80]Better tell that doofus deuces before he catch a whipping
[02:02.13]Hit him in his Charles Dickens and strip him for his Scottie Pippens
[02:05.02]Cause it's all about the big pimping
[02:06.96]Rob him for his Nixon, and then question him about his timing
[02:09.83]Right here, it gets reckless, best advice is
[02:12.14]To tuck your necklace, and put your arms right back into your Lexus
[02:15.15]Cause G-Stone Crips, they ain't nothing
[02:17.60]To flex with, and billy gang Pyru, they really on some next shit
[02:20.50]So if I were you I would probably ride with two
[02:22.71]No fool, not two dudes, two tools
[02:24.86]As in deuce-deuce cause niggas jack you for your soul
[02:27.44]And your new shoes and your jewels too
[02:29.30]There's something about another nigga having shit
[02:32.23]That have a nigga spazzing clips all up in your back and dip
[02:34.65]Cause it's all about bagging the baddest chick
[02:37.26]Stacking them chicks up in Saks Fifth
[02:40.39]But word is bond, you been on
[02:43.19]Word is bond, you been on