[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]**** 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[00:45.22]'Til they bounce, don't ever let a chick see you withdrawn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, bitch I'm two-six
[01:54.91]I mean too sick, sent to Earth just to ****
[01:57.26]Mami, come steer, some new stick, got a man?, I don't give two ****s
[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

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'Til they bounce, don't ever let a chick see you withdrawn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