Uh huh
We're here for that, n***a
Yeah
I ain't come for no throne, either
I already got that
It's in the backyard, n***a
Yo
[Verse 1: Planet Asia]
New money
For filling in the vault
Landlord of the loft
Sky diving, this is diamonds for thoughts
Murder therapy
k**er serial, grandma zodiac, marry me
Merry misery happily clapping me
Swallow this black j**el, I mack moves
Maneuverable Gat smooth, lubricant crook
Watching my cash move
Max j**el and you're cool
Allah school, golden cloth
Memorising my darts
That's on the charts, I lapped you
Fall back, you wack, dude
I'm international, my mouthpiece
Smashing everything when I pa** through
Respect to the flyest
You n***as got fat last year
Welcome to the drought
I'm handing out diets, yeah
Medallions clear and I can tell you n***as is eating pork
We got you rocking f**ed up gear
The underground is mine, it's redesigned
As far as rap go, at this point in time it just got redefined
[Chorus]
I suggest save your breath
Shut up!
We thought it ain't none left
If I was you, I'd take ten steps
Back up!
You about to lose your neck
I don't want to f** you up
But I will
Don't make me f** you up
I don't want to f** you up
But I will
Don't make me f** you up
[Verse 2: Krondon]
Fine dime, kush mode
f** a tub, push bro
In the hood with dogs and locs
Cherrylacks, 100 spokes
b**hes don't want to broke
Barefoot, chilli boat
Pimp in the Pontiac GT '84
Police pursuit, paranoid prostitute
Break bread, birds just s** a co*k, co*katoo
Cape like Canaveral, the Coca-Cola partel
Quit using Motarolla, Singular and Nextel
New buck Air Force
Fitted like an Air Force pilot
In a plane, too high to fly it
Purple weed pirate, puff to the boat flow
Out of the city somewhere on an island
You ain't got the heart of a lion, you lying
You eyes ain't water and you crying, n***a
Devil lean doing the designing
And you, you just do the wearing and the buying, n***a
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Planet Asia]
Yeah
Welcome to the luncheon
Big sh**, fizzle medal
Now that's dickhole in your smashmouth pumpkin
We backf**ed every n***a that raps with HR sh**
Slight perm to a permanent nap
Rich b**h medallions, Fidel Muammar Gaddafi
Osama been rhyming since the era of the Nazi
Stop with the pop up what
Smoke the whole club out
Swear to God I f** a rental cop up
This is Fresno's finest
Shouts to all the k**ers and crooks
You n***as know what it is, let's gain knowledge
Melodic ma**are, MAC-11 in the Accura rap
Your brain is like top rhyming on the spatula
Bathrobe batchelor
SAS is the west
Gold Chain evinces a threat
Nobody rhyming after us
n***a, you track s**, you wack bu*t, you not hot
sh**ting on you like we ate a whole box of laxatives
[Chorus]