[Verse 1: Jay Rock] Look, look In a two tone Winnebago smokin' Fuego And, I'm shootin' that shit with the mole heads, what's the play though? Them young niggas done spotted the wrong tattoos Left him inside the whip with a substance like ragu It's up, then it's stuck, it ain't movin', like a statue Welcome to LA, better get at us 'fore we get at you Now, watch your back, niggas'll drive through like fast food Cash rules, they prone to go nuts like cashews They ask you, "Where you from? Where yo' mama? Where yo' son? Where yo' wallet? Where yo' gun? What's the problem? This the slums, nigga" Uh, watch, nigga Higher than a lightbulb over yo' top, don't play dumb, nigga
[Chorus: Ab-Soul] I got a blunt, I need a Bic I got a opp, I need the blick She got some ass, she gets the stick I got a bag, I'm gettin' rich (Yeah) Yeah, I got a blunt, I need a Bic I got a opp, I need the blick She got some ass, she gets the stick I got a bag, I'm gettin' rich (Yeah) Yeah
[Verse 2: Jay Rock] I guarantee to get you what you need, just believe in me We finna be countin' up somewhere in a Airbnb After we smoke, we gon' meditate for the energy I promise not to give you a hard time like the DMV Just hard rock all up in them guts, make your heart stop Bring it back to life in the backseat of this hard-top The roads, bitch, hittin' corners, bitch, gettin' ghosted Sell out a post quick We out here lit, you better watch yo' bitch And, after all that, I got to manage like a message 'bout self-destruction Don't even panic, I gotta get back to the gravel, the turf is granite Don't take nothin' for granted, still go back, how I manage
[Chorus: Ab-Soul] I got a blunt, I need a Bic I got a opp, I need the blick She got some ass, she gets the stick I got a bag, I'm gettin' rich (Yeah) Yeah, I got a blunt, I need a Bic I got a opp, I need the blick She got some ass, she gets the stick I got a bag, I'm gettin' rich (Yeah) Yeah, niggaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
