[Intro]
[1st Verse: El Prez]
The new illuminati, yeah we the life of the party
Kidnapping lame rappers and sacrificing the body
Been rapping hard since Aaliyah was modeling Tommy
No Bugatti, but you could wake up in the trunk of an Audi
Its Trill Clinton, El Prez with the ill writtens
We all eating, turn the booth into Steel's Kitchen
I Got the "Juice" like I'm Orenthal J. Simpson
I make the call and you gotta brawl with a hundred henchmen
Inglewood salute me
LA salute me
California got G's all over, whats Gucci
You know I'm set in the trap I'm like a f**ing Goonie
And white women love me more than they love George Clooney
I keep a loud pack strapped right under the Stussy
Like every n***a in LA keep a b**h in the boonies
You lames shop at zumies, dressing like Lil Tunechi
Face it, you'll never be wavy as yours truly
[2nd Verse: Chris Focus]
Young Focus, middle finger, can't f** with you rap singers
I'm on a different level, y'all n***as are mascara
Made up, these n***as is fake f**s
Please don't k** my vibe, my high is way up
Out the stratosphere, catch me in the baddest gear
Mark any price like I balled for the Cavaliers
On point tho, same with the joint rolled
"God OG" on me we annoint those
Holy smokes, playing devils advocate
Live the good life, pull up with the baddest b**h
Everything's elaborate, luxury designer flow
Let me elaborate nothing will I fabricate
Patty cake, rap game baker's man
Watch a n***a Buss and make bucks like a Lakers fan
Y'all take the stand, never will I testify
Must be a maggot outbreak cause I'm extra fly
[3rd Verse: Raven Sorvino]
Game so cold, yes I'm vicious
Rolling through your district, ballistic
Packing a biscuit
I'm trying to get this dough b**h, Pillsbury biscuit
Dressed up like a misfit, about to go the distance
Sipping O.E
n***as know me
That trill a** player, with them gold teeth
I must be vain or something because I rap about me?!?
I'm Looking in the mirror yeah I'm so vanity
I've lost my f**ing mind, yeah I'm gone: insanity
I'm talking to you dog, this for my family
Aww b**h please, gon' fix your weave
You talking to a pimp with tricks up her sleeve
Abracadabra pull a rabbit out my hat
At the strip club get a dance on my lap
My pockets looking fat, make it rain on her back
Underground queen keep that slap in my 'lac
I state facts, motherf**ers you can ask your b**h
I'm dropping sh**, Rav's took a f**ing laxative
BETs against me like activis
Don't give a sh**, Sorvino's still the baddest b**h
So get a grip and hold on it real tight
Your rap's hollow, smack 'em with a steel pipe
Your sh** sounds like bare(?) s**, don't feel right
I'm like Nasty Nas, illmatic
You b**hes all panic, (yeah)
I'm here to cause damage
Female Randy Savage
[Outro: El Prez]
Don't stop, we run up in your spots
When the Task Force pop them things you get dropped
Really with the sh** though
n***a on me
R.I.P. To 2Pac and the B.I.G