Royce Da 5'9" - Giraffe p**y lyrics

[Intro: Ras Ka**] Ah. Lions and Lakers. I am Ras Ka** representing C-Arson California with my n***a Bishop Lamont. And representing the D, Apollo Brown and Nickel. Royce Da 5'9"! [Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] I could swim the English Channel with all these arms I got Fully automatic karma tryna disarm my plot I'm honorin' invites to fight, just wait there I'm givin' out beats like the Dre pair I'm comin' with straps like a straight jacket Nah I ain't puttin' nothin' on Worldstar I'm creepin' on yah, keep it under your hat like Sway hair Nickel, Razzy and Crook'll spark The thought that'll triple author the book of sharks I told my Phantom driver I said “Phantom driver, take me to the Opera Waited 'til we got there, then I shot him Just so we could look the part My b**h just sit in my bed and wait for me Even though all the threads' snazzy, she never wear ‘em Your b**h a chickenhead, mines is inconspicuous Even on Twitter, I crack her head if she don't use an egg avi I've been possessed since the Nature Of The Threat drop Jordan shoe of recordin', you a who*e to your label, your label a sweatshop [Hook: Xzibit] I feel so inspired, never kneel to a false messiah Gettin' higher than giraffe p**y Push me, I'm no liar, flatten you n***as like 4 flat tires Gettin' higher than giraffe p**y (x4) [Verse 2: Ras Ka**] I'm higher than your ascendin' messiah On the original Easter, supernatural creature I'm tryna Worldstar every mothaf**in' feature Kick you while you're down in the face, Sharkeisha n***as is lame, playin' a knockout game I hope all your mothers get the same, real talk This is hip hop on bath salts I be in the streets like lanes, litter and asphalt Why am I such an a**hole? Probably my dad's fault It's an Austin thing, n***a Little rock, big cop Time is money, the guap is tick-tock Landed a 'copter in the jungles, me and Rick Rock Hopped out and showed the Bloods respect Cause I love the West, plus I got love for Hex Murda That means I love the D, what up though? My Cal d'in b**h gun tote, nickel plated snub nose So run home I be seein' rappers out standin' in the front row Secondhand blunt smoke For my n***as in the pen playin' tunk though Bring 'em 85 off that 36 months though [Hook: Xzibit] [Verse 3: Bishop Lamont] I can show you how real style gets spit Lava, underwater Volcanic my standard, I incinerate your blah blah You too green, new to this thing You soft n***as sweet like guava I like my b**hes kinky, swallow nut like German lager Speakin' of German, I go off like V2's My word play is D-Day if I choose I'm unenthused with you phony dudes and your crews You Ali G in Borat Talk sh**, I'm on your front porch like a doormat What you say? I'm SoCal, Carson City my locale I've been at this since n***as used to go see Cal Yeah, you ride my dick, too many on it like a slave ship My penmanship's a scorpion's tail tip, poison Deadly, I put lead in yah, more guts the merrier I'm Gonna Git You s**a [?] like Hayes but never slippin' Slip the clip in, it's a wrap, get mummified Play Egyptian, Mumm-Ra, cartoon, your description Make you poof like Harry who? I'm no magician Listen, phony formats, don't f** with none of that [Hook: Xzibit]