Intro/chorus:
Somebody told me that this rap sh** was fun
You get to smoke weed and hold big guns
Stand on stage rockin your timbs wit your sons
That's bullsh**, yo i'm out to get these funds
Verse one: 8-off aguilar
Yo, yo, somebody told me that threw a hotter joint dies
Could he see it? epmd, aguilar, recognise
n***as was stuck on diggy before biggie and nas
Test guy reported in the source, even thought about "best buys"
My 12-bar count dracula wit lyrics spectacular
Sippin out of coke and he's drinkin *?terror dacquras?* and chrome
Backwards
Challenge any woman, balls nothing, rock the hardest
Racoons rap with your soloists if ??? ??? artist
Puttin it down on the day 9000, that's a cell with stories to tell
Off those cells we're livin well
In the '9-8-off, country club plink off
While you're way off, check all systems, it's time we take off
Chorus (x2)
Verse two: nocturnal
Guns with banana clips, two rolexes to master whips
A .45 under my armpit
Another one in the glove compartment
Money startin sh**, brand new shoes on spank sh**
Tek 9's, after parties with mad dimes
b**hes twist the vine, i'm high and the moon's mine
We're out to get mines, on a regular
On the south, probably took the dreaded predator's pirate treasure
In the crib i bought the leather, plus a movie screen
So my team can play sega plus *?the gods in vegas?*
An ounce of weed in every type of flavor
Bank accounts wit fat paper, a major player cos....
Chorus
Verse three: das efx
Higgity-hardcore, sewer rats keep it raw
Beach houses and more, puffin weed on seymour
Pliggity-plush carpets cover floors, on bus tours
Chrome .44's, diggity-diamonds on paws
All my slick cats above the laws, higgity-hide records in stores
Hit squad, second world tour
Kiggity-cameras compa** on doors, signin autographs
After, ???? ????, where?, in corridors
Figgity-f** walls, i'm buildin, splittin dutches spillin
Chillin until these pilgrims start ice grillin
Figgity-frontin hard like a villian, das efx'll make a k**in
And grab the cheese up like sicilians cos......
Chorus (x2)
Outro: skoob
Got the funds
This rap sh** was fun, kid
We hold big guns, diamond gyms and timbs and all that