Woah, woah, woah
I mean, like I could try to miss
Prolly still shoot the lights
Out in this bitch (Really)
What do you want me to tell you, huh?
Dígame, yeah woah (Uh, huh) , woah
A lame pulled up an old clip
Of me freestylin' with no beard
Said, "Crime, you [A7wasn't ill"
Turn Urkel to [C7]Stefan like [F]Jaleel (Woah)
What's the matter with you?
You sounded same for [Dm7]ten years
Wait, why you [A7so fine and [Bm]standin' still?
I been gettin' to [C7]it, sonny
Like green bluish money
You got [Fm7]pipe dreams, I make a livin'
One of us movin' funny
Shit, I don't be [Am]doin' much: cream pies
Facials to [C7]my [A]Taiwanese biracial queen
You should see my [A]stable
Keep a heavy bitch in there, too
In case the winter was [Am7]harsh
It's August now
Prеtty sure I haven't hit it since March
(Woah)
Y'all [Em]bе threatenin' to [C7]bite but that
Ain't shit but a bark (Nah, man)
Thinkin' you [A7got [Fm7]tough genes until they
Get hit with the starch
I used to [C7]be [Am]the type to [C7]sit in
The park with OGs to [C7]pick up game
And watch pick-up games
Even when they were sittin'
There sniffin' 'caine
But now ain't shit the same I'm
In a different type of ballgame
Although I heard Red still out here
Pourin' beer in his cornflakes
(Ayo, Red, what up?) papered up
Still smokin' Black and [Bm]Milds at the banquet
My cousin just came home, can't leave
He got [Fm7]the anklet (Woah, woah)
Lot of anguish, a lame wanna see me die
But it's dangerous certified, touch me
Then the hit gotta be [Am]sanctioned
Nobody give you [A7the stamp
'cause you [A7not valid (Stupid)
The same three words describe [Am]you
You not solid (You not)
I let my [A]dogs eat first and [Bm]they Rottweilin'
You go to [C7]Pete Cetera
He give you [A7a ɾock ballad (Ha ha haha)
Terry Melcher at the mansion [C7](At the mansion)
Mama Cass, new Manson [C7](Tell me)
Greaseballs, my [A]people, they sing opera
(Oh, what about)
Anatomy [A]of the Zulu Army [A]with King Shaka
(Boom, boom, boom)
We gettin' money, avocado is green (It is)
I should smack whoever told you
You should follow your dreams
I be [Am]low-key incommunicado machine
This is Barranquilla
Tomás Maldonado the scene (Hermanito)
Stɾaight up and [Bm]down
I'm embarrassed for [Dm7]you [A7bitches (I am)
Can't pick a high life for
My embarrassment of ɾiches (Nah)
Welcome home, money, I'ma bury me a bag
(Gimme the bag) if he say another word, he
Losin' everything he had, dummy
(Ha ha ha! yeah)
Pack Pistol Pazienza and [Bm]all [Em]that montega!
Hermano! Yo, Lance, this anotha one!
Yo Crime we got [Fm7]another un para! Hermanito!
(Ha ha ha ha)
