I'm sayin, what happenin? (Holla at ya people) I wasn't even high, though, I wasn't high (no) Some kinda way, knowhatI'msayin? I'ma get mine (I'm fo sho gon get
higher than a kite And my eyes real low so I have no sight I'm feeling really right as I keep flow, through the sky Way past cloud number nine Chiefing all the time
what I mean? Wanna rhyme one time, to release the steam When I grab the mic I get dramatic like an actor You know why I get over? I'm the master I do
they really wanna get me high They wanna spend some time With a thug and get freaky with it In a hot tub thuggin' gettin' weeded with it We get P.O.
And work ya, what time is it? P to the B to the P to the A Lay my game down precise like every day Display many styles for years I've been here Iced
And we can get loose, sleigh La Bouche styles Get wild, I'll bet I leave your ass with a smile Always a mouse, Spinderella, trick cheddar I like a good fella but I
me, try to abstain (uhh) Its a "Trival Pursuit" and I dont play the game I roll dice with you life, you get trude like sugarcane (nigga) I'm ten times
shit That's it, I had to pass here with shit It's time for show time, let's see how deep things get You want to talk tough and get all delinquent You
s Blowin on ben and dro Hey,Hey, I came and stole the show They thought thet I would blow And now I get them every Day,Day I'm on the radio I got that
kidding, my glocks'll be spitting You gots to be kidding, yo It's common sense how I master my circumference, you dense I get locked the fuck up, released
catch the book of Daniel Coke blunts hot as a FUCK swatted bamboo high school dropouts, baseheads get knocked the fuck out on the regular for robbin a good
we all that I don't often rock and I'm a laureate I don't pull the punch you know I'm throwin' it Freestyles my style on the mic and flex You're stalkin
and smile I grab the mic then I check one two Brother's look, yo what he's gonna do Hmm, you know I don't get too hyped I just fully load up the brain
I got a appetite for the mic Like a 450 pound nigga for chicken delight Rappers are suspect, I got styles to dissect Rappers wanna be actors, I direct (feel me) I
clues I'm doin? that Rhyme skills the dopest, the lyrical style I spit is ferocious You feel the beat in the streets and get close to this So while
I'm sayin, what happenin? (holla at ya people) I wasn't even high, though, I wasn't high (no) Some kinda way, knowhati'msayin? i'ma get mine (I'm fo sho gon get
a spider Bitch on my tip, I get busy and I ride her Uptown, then I drown her like a psycho-pathic 'Cause I'm graphic on the mic I never let go Light