Cadillac gold grills in my mother f**in' mouth
Cocaine, gold chain rests on my vertebrae
All them n***as that be hatin' better watch what they say
I heat 'em up, beat 'em up I'm Ca**ius Clay
Mountain Climbing's about the rhyming, I [work](undefined) to the tippy-top
Me, my notepad, Mary Jane, sticky pot
Ticks from the clock, so it means I don't get to stop
I be in the studio pacing, waiting for this sh** to drop
n***as wish whether we flop Divac
Flock to take me a boombox, every f**ing 2 knocks
I see you running ya chops, chop it up and get chopped
Bag 'em up, he off the docks
b**h I'm at the beach
b**h I'm at the beach, (oh) b**h I'm at the beach
With a childish flow, that means this sh** is at your reach
I'm here to keep it g
, from the eyes (I's) how I see
You're here to be a b-i-t on my d
I need no ID for you to recognize
I exercise my thought,
got you petrified, b**h I'm next to die
Consider me invisible,
and also one mentally f**ed individual
(A bunch of coughing and trading blunts, pa**ing the weed around)
Why the f** got these n***as gotta hate for?
I got a lot of sh** they can't pay for
Cooler than the beach
f** the lakeshore
You n***as take six, well I'mma take more
I'm like a virgin dick, I go hard,
and I get up in your b**h and boguard
n***as riding waves without the chauffeur
I'mma drown your a** and take your surfboard (PUSSY!)
My sh** stink, no cushion Whoopie
Goldberg I beat the track Goldberg
Dusting off my shoulders and keep it moving forward
n***a sat and playing Madden on the couch, bored
Slower, you mother f**ers goin' nowhere
Except for taking Grandma to the store
Turn the television on and check the score
And trail like a tail on a f**ing horse