Mike G - Tellin You lyrics

[Verse 1: Pheally Blunt] I'm a seven squad Afro General, gorilla grizzly With a ET finger that f** Monica Lawinsky Insane in the membrane, Sparking up the Rick James f** who you thought I was, b**hes call me big main Deranged lunatic, suicidal sicko Filling my prescription up at LA Confidential Got a chronic case of needing medication for my mental state All the psychiatric dialog couldn't penetrate My dome, my head, my skull my cranium Mainly cus my brain plate is laced with anti-anuim Mediterranean herb and this cup of syrup Might make me sta, start, sta-stuttering my words Rippin off my shirt like I'm Hulk Hogan Hot boxing in the Rigo and I'm claustrophobic Plus graphic my blunts stretch like Mr. Fantastic High off that breaking breath now puff puff pa** it [Hook: Mike G] Im tellin you on the coast that's how we roll Roam the streets like the cops on Patrol and stay gold If they trip they pay a toll odd future wolf gang man we on a roll I'm tellin you on the coast that's how we roll Roam the streets like the cops on Patrol and stay gold I'm telling you I'm to cold to control You're to average to advance and I'm to hot to hold [Verse 2: Mike G] I can pull women at traffic lights A color blur on turnpikes If my shows were instructions You'd wanna learn twice Not one for jokes Try not to tolerate with foolishness 180 Airs on I'm above every influence A walking atomic bomb sh** that I be on it borders phenomenon Might just inspire song Most n***as think most women are faithful But their mostly wrong Cus if she see's my car She might think I'm James bond We drink and smoke I teach my chick to blow them O's I can wrap up health in the street To the studio You know how the game goes I just show you how to play it Me and girls from videos Get triple x rated Its about the time Ima hold the game for ransom Materialize from my imagination like green lantern Never panic when problems arise I shield my eyes Cus bright lights blind Sometimes when I drive So feel the vibe [Hook] [Verse 3: Left Brain] This is what the west do We put it in the air and we don't smoke no boof n***a this is left brain spitting in the booth Rollin up the sticky and im sippin 100 proof Chili cheese fritos, chilling with my people Rolling up that og like a corn inside a burrito Eating some chicken and waffles over there on Picos Or I might be copping some Taco's Over at Tito's They say every picture tells a story Your b**h looked at mine, she can't ignore me I dont hit her up that much but she hit me up You know how west coast n***as is we don't give a f** So I'm telling you I ain't going no where Im be up on the west till i got grey hair n***as know its left brain On the mutha f**in base, the drum the snare [Hook]