Oh shit, the nigga had a pair
of Air Olden Polynice's on
Oh shit, the nigga had a pair
of Air Christen Slaters
Rebel I, slay the max,
it's Bobby Digital
Rockin' the latest in, every day
comin' at niggas
Rockin' the latest in Ben Stillaways
Fuck that, the next big thing, lay this
as Hollywood niggas
Now that's a money thing
Yo yo
I was Dashing through the hood
Eighteens with the whip, smoke gray
Leavin' skid marks on five- oh,
smokin' all the way
With my all- star team,
bitches see our shine
Yo son we gotta make that cream
whether raps or Nixon times
They call me Rollie, watch me polly
with the wide body Dinali
Packed the bad hottie,
rocked enough ice to play hockey
I swarm like paparazzi,
she popped a wheelie on the candy apple Kawasaki
Everything is sloppy,
philosophical for those who copy
I'll probably splash her tonight,
don't block me
Sippin' on Lime Bacardi got me toxy
Plus the Cali 'dro holdin' me,
I'm 'bout to 'scape like the Roxy
Ever property, Monopoly, big shotty
Snatch the cream,
whether in the concert hall or in the lobby
Used to be a hobby,
got me duckin' Rudy Giuliani
Like I'm still coppin' big
eights from papi
Follow me, whether Mardi
Gras' or house party
It's wild like safari,
ain't mean to catch the body
But had 'em wobbly off the first blow,
tryin' to knock me
I'm known to pump ya blood like
the theme song to Rocky
Kamikaze, might karate chop
ya head like a natty dread
Then call myself Collar Ratsi
Professionally trained,
I aim for your artery
I give the autographs but charge
for photography
Not hardly kid, you awkward Godbody
You'se a carbon copy,
just started to rock Wallys
Spark the broccoli,
spas off this ghetto opery
Or catch the hot seat,
you're batty boy without ya posse
They couldn't get me,
watch me move swiftly
Broke the unmarked fifty with
this cabby who was a gypsy
He stayed tipsy,
said he loved his bills crispy
Drivin' the streets he kept heat on the night,
shifty
Quickly, who ring bells like it's
twelve on Sunday?
While the stage catch shells
from forceful gun play
Mere fact that the track was
a fierce counterattack
All those who couldn't
multiply were sent back
No tanks, low rank,
soldiers hittin' the heart
Tainted the fabric of an empire,
was torn apart
Brought to a halt from a front full assault
The chemist left the lab with
undetermined results
They say the swordsman
sent electrical volts
The audience threw nuts with loose
screws and bolts
The archives automatically changed
ya stiff vibes
It was layin' in the zip drive