Well I’m a California rollin’ stony brodie to the death of me
Drivin’, smokin’ up on all these purple colored sherbet leaves
Cruisin’ in the white reaper, pack the stacks behind the seat
Cap it in the back in case I need to get some fuckin’ sleep
Cutlet on the track, ain’t nobody gonna fuck with me
I break the beat down surround the loud with bad company
Can’t get enough me, standing there sputterin’
Wonderin’, if ima break you down somethin’ thunderin’
Hungerin’, for someone to set it off war mongerin’
Stompin’ shit, ready to explode with no common sense
Raw shit, rugged like they got me all wrong again
Pause, we thuggin’ rocking out poppin’ off again
ponderin’, if ima stop it all or get gone again
sorry this, shit is too dark let me start again
Sittin in the dorm Selek Statik on the beat kid
Freestyle for free stand pat while I rip this
Shit this, take me back when I could still rip shit
Crispix, crunchin’ on the floor where I spit this
Witness, levels risin’ up on my litmus
Flip this, style so vile is horrific
Swift with the shit to get you out of your seat
Bang your fuckin’ head until you feel it deplete
Let the shit bleed, nod your head to the beat
Stomp your damn feet, crack the hard concrete
Young plants the team, s dot on the scene
Half guillotine, half rappin’ machine
Roll yourself some green, sit back in your seat
Relax, kick it fat and spark up that heat