your fuckin' trust I'm asking for charisma and I see you're like the rest Telling me to fuck off; who'd ever guess? Here's smoke up your ass
you mad bitch cause I'm laying on the couch Smoke a blunt, fuck a bitch, in the butt, I'm bossing Don't give a fuck, I'm never rolling Slauson I'm fly
a four or I walk with a three, come and talk to 'em P You can catch me down bottom with a bird and a glock On the block makin money where they murder
sold for a nickel) [Verse 2] Billy, put your seatbelt on I aint got no bills plus once up the ass and the streets full of Tash (I just shake my ass)
throw a bullet faster than a gun can shoot it So if you try to battle me face-to-face, I'll bring your career to a stop quicker than anti-lock brakes