You might find me in the Century Fresh kicks, fresh cut, pocket full of Box of Altoids for my paranoid niggaz actin' Stop smokin' if you can't be
Adult star night, not bar fight players actin' right in the spotlight Me, I'm righter than set I'm visibly wet, and I'm lookin' for my pet
I pass to the massa her whip on her, ask her If she sippin' bird, if she not we move past her And I ain't hatin', I'm just diggin' ya ass, Is that the collagen shot, is what'cha momma got?
I'm so rugged, bullet wound in Of the axe handle force trauma kinda tuggin' And I ain't never been the cat drug in Be real, Quik's to keep ya mean
California clownin', to sundown In the moonlight groovin', trippin' off the fight We fandango, the next day Got me like I hit a train with my Range Rover
Feel free to your mind, let your brain go the tango, do the fandango Triple step, right left, you let your dame go around 'til you get a hangover
Take doo rag off, let your brain grow Fuck the tango, do the Triple step, right left, you let your man go around 'til you get a hangover
Watch me climb out the whip the bird on my hip She wanna set it off in the club, don't We crack a bottle and all my fam a sip Any haters wanna pop at the lip, we equipped
We get the paper and the the flavor But never forget about the haters who imitate us Homey, we creators and players and rhyme For layers of words, let me say it in that you can understand
So clearly, you feelin', me, She's on the 'cause of my homey, Quik man And she hits the mall but you really understand Yeah, I seen it before but now gettin' out of hand
Mommy's diggin' for and she's posin' for the cam Little beef got the floor slammed No tango, fandango Birds flock to us like heads to Kangols,
Feel free to lose mind, let your brain go the tango, do the fandango Triple step, left, then you let your dame go around 'til you get a hangover
Take your doo rag off, let your grow Fuck the tango, do the step, right left, then you let your man go Spin around 'til you get a
I'm a master in disguise, movin' swiftly to the Move than me, then I recognize That I ain't really got to hide But the bratwurst girl second, fat girls first
And Compton is on my mind I remember when we used to get when they got behind us One-time they been tryin' to find us But they got the wrong niggaz, mind us
My tongue like I'm bumblebee stung Rip out the stinger, you keep talkin' shit I whip out the How many does it have to end right before 12:00 a.m? Why you packin' a Slim
I gets down on the mic like I rode on a bike rash, skin peelin' tonight The club ain't never crackin' 'til the be gone We need to build the hater light and put it on 'em
Feel free to lose your mind, let your go the tango, do the fandango Triple step, right left, then you let your go around 'til you get a hangover
Take your doo rag off, let brain grow the tango, do the fandango Triple step, right left, you let your man go Spin 'til you get a hangover