I run my sh** up at the clean hand shops off of slauson
Flossing like my other than it reign supreme
Crown fitted
Why would they think I wouldn't when I'm in it like
John Wooden with the cushion with the lean
Bout, one eighty, bout it like
I bop a n***a bobble like, Bobby Knight
Mac Dowel type, ughh
You Donald, it's duck season
I'm hollow and buck often
And f** fallen off, I f** often
Caught him in deep thought tonguing, down a gold tooth
Old spice with the pro tool vocals
The old school with the home phone
The old post kept the hoes loose
Now I run my sh** up on the world
I run my sh** up on the world, world world
I run sh** up at the clean hand shops off of slauson
Flossing like my other than it reign supreme
And still boss
Why would they think I wasn't if I wasn't
f** it, still buzzing tilt Douglas on the sauce
It cost, one fifty to floss in one city for me
Cause when you folks it's a different fee
I'm either seen with the clappers
The children of Black Panthers, the queens
The pink panties, black b**hes on the scene
I mean, I never asked if you thought I was a wild boy
Sick with it, let my style poise ughh
n***as had to get up out of Illinois
Since a seen I was shy(chi) boy
Now I run my sh** up on the world
I run my sh** up on the world, world, world
Ayo my money long, buddy long, but he slim
Uh, the ghetto's right under that bu*ter leather, but it's him, once again
Slim with the grin, tilted brim, spinning hubcaps
Ughh, f** that, sh**ty bus paths
I crack a flask on that a** off a BMX
Yup, this a** tires, letting my chains flare yea, gold b**h it's always gold
Play the welfare, chill chick I'm on a cell phone!
Cool kid, I'm on a bike b**h!
Swoop a n***a for a have to cruger n***as sh** is dead
b**hes fled from the verse they rather give him head
83, black and soul pa** electro gold
My sh** shine b**h it's always gold
f** a shiny suit, still giving shiners
Don't blind'm, clothes linen
The whole city behind him, ayw!