I've been around the world a few times
And see, I found out quickly
Dollar signs get you higher
But wait, don't get me wrong,
I'm still blowin' them green leaves
is just as important as air you breathe
I'm the type to get slowly,
Feel the rush from the crowd,
when it's over I'm gettin' paid
I get comatose, salty, shanty beats
if you're mixin' with Mr. Keys
I need a 12 -step program
The scent of a woman will
Especially if she's thick as
I get belligerent just thinkin'
I need a fix every hour on the hour
So if Prozac's addicted to the same shit,
And if Sean wants to puff puff pass,
The game's what I made it,
the way the S .S .M. smash
The bright lights, the groupies givin' ass
My music and the cold hard cash
Rollin' on dubs, VIP club clothes
the streets is hot like a stove
I feel melted, I was white
then got green like the Celtics
Mr. Key, Prozac, and Shawn Teef
I ain't shy about mine shit,
I'm trying to roll like a classic
I ain't fucking with none of these niggas
We off the mean Joe dream,
clean whips and foreign broads
Designer fits, big faces by the wards
Ice that'll make you say, oh my God
22 -inch spinners on the mop
We blow hard like it's a 9 -to -5 job
the way the excess sips match
The bright lights, the groupies giving ass
My music and the cold hard cash
Rolling on dubs, VIP club clothes
You can't survive in this world
without no coochie and some cigarettes
and let me mack your bitch,
and let her hit the switch
While she licking my dick,
aw shit I'm too legit to quit
I wanna H2 with big TVs and shit
Oh my, a bad motherfucker am I
I laugh and cry when I drive by
Like R. Kelly I believe I can fly
endo -puffin' air polluter
Nose candy, brandy, and Kahlua
I see a bride and you know
The way the S .S .M. stands
The bright lights, the groupies givin' ass
My music and the cold hard cash
