San Francisco Bay

I bathed in the water of the wrath

I like to count the money

Bitch I like to do the math

You're sneaky like a left jab

Over hand right

I'm Friday night fights in the Memphis bright lights

I got a suit passion

I like to dress in the high fashion

Broke hos with good jokes keep me laughin'

I talk shit behind the tint of my Benz

As my driver goes 90 over da Bay Bridge

It's like smokin' weed all up in heaven

My God is a 7

And yo I'm a 3 11

That's 14

I sport Jordan's when I wear jeans

I'm in the hills of Tahoe throwing on my high beams

I like to wear rings

A couple pretty things

I sport leather on a bitch

If the city rains

We do drugs on a polar bear rug

If your man is a pimp

Don't expect no love

It's all upgrade

My new shades block the sun rays

Tupac on every Sunday

It's all upgrade

My new shades block the sun rays

Tupac on every Sunday

I unwrap the plastic off the swisher

Grab your telephone bitch

You can take a picture

Pour it like it's liquor

But move a little quicka

We live by the gun

So we die by the trigger

That's word of life

Man have you ever seen a fiend's pipe?

It's dark as 12 a.m.

Even in the sun light

I lose my train of thought until you say the cost

I gotta bookie that love when I take a loss

I gotta prohibition mind state

About the crime rate

No love bitch on a blind date

You get a repo reaction from the people

Down here we bump C-Bo

We sport Filas

And Adidas

And Perry Ellis

Them bitches maybe fine but them hos be getting jealous

It's high fashion

Car crashin

Suit matchin

Talkin shit on the freeway laughin

I gotta sweet tooth

I like candy paint

I talk shit to a bitch

Tell the ho "think"?

I gotta sweet tooth

I like candy paint

I talk shit to a bitch

Tell the ho "think"?

Get the New Testament

You get the tour and the estimate

Rhyme crime up in your residence

The camera lens is not a friend

It just offends

So I talk alotta shit behind the tint of my Benz

On I-80 880 980 580

280 Aw Baby

All aboard like a train

My young homie said he's like an old man

Cuz he's gotta push cane

Like a dime

To design

It never rhyme

My soul it never dies just like the Holy Qur'an

And on the scale

It's like bail

And killer whales

Get at me early baby

Something like a clearance sale

I open up

I let you know

About the cost

I eat a pork chop with a deep money thought

I open up

I let you know

About the cost

I eat a pork chop with a deep money thought

Like a dead poet

And you know

Cuz you show it

I'm driving down to San Jose and ya I like to floor it?

Like a dead poet

And you know

Cuz you show it

I'm driving down to San Jose and?