drunk You came to get it on, more than 5 O's in your bank Then get it on, roll up like that stank And get it on, slank that fitted on Came to get it on
light brown skin glow under the sean john bill board i got a pass for mintan you know how i get down cameras flashin lights when i hit town im on my kayne
city, 'cause it's two to one, now And if my woody breaks down on me somewhere on that surf route Surf city, here we come I'll strap my board to my back
my backyard i just tell my pilot to land it in my backyard quarter back shot gun, you don?t get any sack yards b-tch i ball hard, breakin all the back boards
, safe full of stacks Got a big fuckin' crib with a lake in the back And that's yours to the wig, wait, lemme take that back Get outta line, and I'm takin' it back
It takes a load of time I thrill, I kill on Japanamation And it makes a mess of whinin' When th' board is broken When th' Jack have spoken When that board
around the whole world is nausiating Everybody hating everybody over rated Why everybody actin' agitated? I thought we graduated back in the saddle Waitin' (Board
wit witch-it I?ma busta *** be first Back again gotta be heard Had an intermission but it's over It's over, back the flowmotion on em' I flow when
gonna test your fate Nine, ten, we're out to kill again Straight from the burning flames of hell A place where all assassins dwell Pur back on earth
doomed to sail the seven seas and ne'er set foot on land And if you chance to see him You will soon be dead from fright So sailors tell their children on
verse 2 if its money on my head i hope they got a recipt cool you own shit off cuz its hot on these streets i got dogs and they not on a leash so i
change, Made my life change, Made my life change, Yeyet yet yet I move on, Yeh yes I move on, Yeh yes I move on, Yeh yes I move on, (hear me out now)
They Took What They Saw Then Went Out The Back Door. Sh*t I Hoped Off The Floor Tryna See Which Way They Went. Mad Then A Motherf*ckin' B****. Walked Back
assed niggas sending you back to drawing boards To deliver the real shit, at least we'll spit on your mic I'm versatile like a plate of read grits CHORUS
flop the fake, who thought the scored And half-assed niggas sending you back to drawing boards To deliver the real shit, at least we'll spit on you mic