Текст песни
You ain't briefcasing the whole world
Wanna stop it from going around?
Make a count down
I'm jumpin on tha bass to get low
Flowing on em all where the party at
We open the gate back
Picture me rollin down the town in the lo lo
Greating everyone around but the po po
4 or 5 mean mugs I ain't local
But I ain't down to fuck around
It's a no no
Train to never let em have me in a chokehold
All the power just for knocking off a broke mode
Got a lotta love but fuck it imma turn cold
Droppin bombs on em wit the homie Loco
Caution in the streets is amnesia for police
I got away with this but homie locked down for years
Playing for the kicks
Not a playing for them keeps
Wanna fuck wit this?
Start praying for your keens
When it rains it pours now what u gon do?
Shit is getting hectic by making em wrong moves
Take a puff or two when your detective got no clue
On a real it's not the better way for you to act a fool
This is going out for them riders and punks
Rich rollers and insiders of that slums
Go-gettas, fly ladies and maad dawgs,
Playa-haters, ill rhymers and dead folks
When it's on breathe straight, keep it OG like DX 100
We already got me as a person flexing dumb fronting
Overdose of mouth running can get you falling in sweat n blood
Like you ballin wit the Bone Collector on the court
Kiss the wall like drifting missile car
Claiming to break us off huh? Little piece of work
All about the boomerang - it's not about pissing me off
Deep inside I don't care about dissin shit from none of y'all
Cuz I wuz barely killed in Downtown and that's the reason
Kind of 50 Cent thang: it make me wanna get the strap
Squeeze it asap freezin em heads
Need no facts and arguments pillin them caps now listen
Motherfuckers quick to pull them knifes out like killin season
Poking everythang and hope to get away like OJ Simpson
In Banksy invisible mode? What you smoking on?
Things are coming back tricks like that never walk alone
Somebody tell these motherfuckers they ain't right
This is going out for them riders and punks
Rich rollers and insiders of that slums
Go-gettas, fly ladies and maad dawgs,
Playa-haters, ill rhymers and dead folks
You ain't briefcasing the whole world
Wanna stop it from going around?
Make a count down
I'm jumpin on tha bass to get low
Flowing on em all where the party at
We open the gate back
