[Intro: Swave Sevah] Aight, one [Verse 1: Swave Sevah] Raise the roof drunk off 180 proof Got n***as hiding out in their trunks like Rae Carruth The only difference is these cats is all stiff and Perfectly perforated to visit the mortician Zipped up, black-bagged, toe-tagged on their embalmed body Left to rot in a grave next to John Gotti Check it off, then I'm off to the next. Kid, it's off With your head, dog. So if you lost your respect I'll base my life on being like no one—I'm your complete opposite You a white belt. I'm a shogun And the things that you won't do, I probably would I'm like Johnny Dangerous. You're more like Johnny B. Goode I could land a record deal for seventy mill And still be in Beverly Hills slinging ecstasy pills Pimping rich white chicks and embezzling mills Had this bad one. She worked in the medicine field But chill. Can't jump the gun Back to this. You's a b**h and, to prove it I'll make you bleed once a month, so Just back off us ‘cause once I'm on your tail You couldn't be Saved by the Bell if you were Zach Morris