Every time you see me that Hammer's just so hype I'm dope on the floor and I'm magic on the mic
So I start my mission- leave my residence Thinkin how could I get some dead presidents
Sand camouflage army men CCF sponsorin, world conquerin, telephone monitorin Louis Vuitton modelin, pornographic actress honorin String theory ponderin, bullimic vomitin Catholic priest fondlin, pre-emptive bombin and Osama and no bombin them They breakin in my car again, deforestation and overloggin and Hennessy and Hypnotic swallowin, hydroponic coughin and All the world's ills, sittin on chrome 24-inch wheels, like that
Challenge me, that'd be to my advantage I'm outstanding, like standing outside up in the twister, and walking out undamaged
Difficult takes a day Impossible takes a week I do this in my sleep
Welcome to Atlanta Jack and hammers and vogues Back to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes Adolescents packin the fo'
So much leather inside my car my horn moos.
La di da di, we likes to party We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody.
You think that you can hide; you think you can lay low? I'll roll up on your ass like Hawaii 5-0!
Now when it comes to getting bread I got the keys to the bakery
And when I'm in my car I'm laid back I got an 8-track and a spare tire in the backseat But that's flat
Police on my drawers I had to pause 40 ounce in my lap And it's freezing my balls
Only in Cali where we riot not rally to live and die In L.A. we wearin Chucks not Ballies (that's right)
Jumped In The Fo' Hit The Juice On Ma Ride I Got Front Back, And Side To Side
I drive these brothers crazy I do it on the daily They treat me really nicely They buy me all these ices
I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks Yo sound the bells school is in sucker
I'm the type that'll give any man a chance to come correct before leavin in a ambulance
Nuthin' can avoid this shot 'cause it's hittin' It's so cool when you touch it, wear a mitten
Ooh baby, I like it raw!
So sucker MC's, please think twice; Would you join the navy if you didn't like the gravy and rice?
I hit the highway, making money the fly way; But there's got to be a better way.
Just take me home where the mood is mellow And the roses are grown M&M's are yellow And the light bulbs around my mirror don't flicker Everybody gets a nice autograph picture One for you and one for your sister Who had to work tonight but is an avid listener Every song's a favorite song And mics don't feed back.
I fly like paper, get high like planes If you catch me at the border, I got visas in my name
It's better to light a candle than to curse the dark In the eyes of the youth, there are question marks
Who that man in the black Sedan With two cheap hookers and a Mexican Pumpin' white lines, sippin' warm Coors Light Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right
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