Текст песни
Hi! My name is Rimsky Tha Rimm
Dope boy, not a fiend, like a pimp with no limp
I'm feeding big dream, bury time I had to hit a lick here
With supply for the proper high - the cop's sleep stealer
Eyes on the price, quit hoping for legalize
Demon lies painting all them stop signs in my life
Underground living ghetto fabulous up on the rise
Getting down with them phony fellas killas on my side
Let's ride for the funk I'm on the grind for the funk
Coming to the brother-gutter for the bump in the trunk
Don't front in my zone, when it's on get you gone
If you hating on a playa hope you coming not alone
Ego killa in the house representing G thang
Maintain talkboxing mayne I don't T-Pain
All cool, don't trip, can't fool dope breed
Bass up, hoes down, 2 step, no crip
Now quit your candy barkin
Programmed by deadly talkin
Don't say you're down for life
Ain't no pockets in the coffin
Slow your roll, gangsta, intoxicated anger addict
You operate like paranoyed dope slanger at it
You're married with the fetty, ready for no static - pathetic
Your city not LA, flava never Funkadelic
Finna kill em all, Raymond? Dying before them
Acting luckier than Luciano but no Mickey Cohen
Where you going? I ain't done, preaching only for your health
You talking nothing but fronting and silly snitching on yourself, Rimm
Life's a mistake without a music - I get it
Your sacrifice to it is nothing but the blind poker with it
Getting jiggy wit it - cool, sticky weed we're hitting - cool
Homicide, doing time, suicide - not cool
Before the peace on the planet you gotta get a peace with me
Cuz without me all your goods without a G, P instead of D
You must not know what time it is
Aye, put this thang away, fool, hold up, hold up
