[Produced by Thelonious Martin]
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, no!
[Verse 1]
Ah, what the f**, vintage 'Lo letterman, RL veteran
Move the work out of Edison with my brethren
Hit the mapquest, f**s a rap check
I move the pawns on the board
Divert attention from the queen to the lords
20 years a veteran back of the fort
Drugs galore, getting 'Lo from the loft
Flip out the chopper then I'm swimming a shore
Meet the connect on the beach
Cop the coco with the sand in my sneaks
Brief case exchange for the reserve notes
Then pulled off in the surge boat
The tides is rough, diamond on the pinky is plush
Surround my feet with them cigarettes bu*ts, you know
Bad habit, skin the rabbit, medium well is how I have it
Truffle mac with the carrots, straight cla**ic
No static on the craftmatic, making magic
That's how it happened
[Hook]
The plan was perfect, you shoulda heard it
I zip lined right through the curtains
Tuck and roll into the corridor
Then caught the vase before it hit the floor
I snapped his neck at the drawing board
Gather the prints, plant the bomb escape through the vent
Parasail off the roof into the whip with the tints
Then pulled off like a renegade
Not to mention it was father's day
The sky was marmalade
[Verse 2]
Toss 'em the chair, dropkick while it's still in the air
Elbow drop to the retina, now he vision impaired
Crime scene at the Bellagio
The Cop was p**y but he stocky though
I faked him out with the stop and go
I broke his ankle, got his sock exposed
He tried to style, look how I got him though
Spin move, hurdle over a family of five
Ass plop on the railing of the stairs and I slide
Land on a skateboard, noseslide, on top of the grey Ford
Somersault into your sunroof, pa** you a blunt, already lit
Take this left here on fifth, hop out at the light
And slide off with my b**h, five percent on the tint
On the strip smoking Dank Sinatra, she had a gangsta father
I make his daughter lick my balls as I load the chopper
In the Heisman posture, wash the Polo boxers
All I do is conquer
[Hook]
The plan was perfect, you shoulda heard it
I zip lined right through the curtains
Tuck and roll into the corridor
Then caught the vase before it hit the floor
I snapped his neck at the drawing board
Gather the prints, plant the bomb escape through the vent
Parasail off the roof into the whip with the tints
Then pulled off like a renegade
Not to mention it was father's day
The sky was marmalade