Verse 1: Co$$
Cash-us, Co$$
Holla, dolla, dolla, when ya see me
(?) park in your area
The palm side in your...face
Yo, yo, yo
Land of the Latins
Mutherf** scrappin'
Coming from Los Angelous scandalous
Where they clappin'
Raw rhyme constructor
I don't need an instructor or teacher
To reach the pinnacle and spit that ether
Either
I'm real trill ill and you void, avoid truth
Like John was Co$$ and Troy was blue
Not true
Sleepwalking is not you
Nin-jitsu then hotchoo bless you
Got moves like Shannon Brown
Hand on the rock your man is down
Got bruising
Beyond light, drop j**els into God's hand
And when he rock below the heavens make the gods dance
Before I woke wasn't no joke
Pistol smoke, shell casings on the floor
Hell waiting for your boy
And f** your love
I get joy from my own life's existence
I'm a Laker, no love for the Celtics or the Pistons
You more like a Clipper
f** what you think
The kind of n***a that drink the same water you piss in
I be on a mission
Like gangsters in the city when they twist a n***a cap back
Blap with the bisquit, black with the fist raised
Had a big mouth since the fifth grade
Never had a master or no sensei
All you n***as BS, all you n***as regress
Run up on me, n***a you gonna meet d**h
I put on the side palm, murk park
Firearms murk ya'll, words'll burn ya down
Take your skirts off, word up
Bring them s**a n***as murder
Lil homies stick the herb up
Reppin' for the section throw the turf up
Ya'll n***as do this cause you can and I do this 'cause I'm destined
Livin' in this wild wild western society
Don't believe these n***as 'cause they lyin G
Telling ya'll the real, thats what I be doin
Yup
I'm telling ya'll the ill, cause thats what I be doin'
Yo, sleepwalking through society
Ain't no iller style as he