Buck 80

Got you

[Chorus One]

Yo where you at? Right here; what'd you spit? Light years

I'm fresh - like a new pair of white Airs

Stay crazy, blaze daily; say babies, raise ladies

Buck 50, keep the change - here's a buck 80

[Chorus Two]

Yo where you at? Right here; what'd you spit? Light years

I'm fresh...

Stay crazy, blaze daily; say babies, raise ladies

Buck 50, keep the change - here's a buck 80

Chicks dig how I spit it, ladies love the phlegm

I don't ball with none of y'all, I'm still above the rims

And the roundhouse kicks, had the streets, huggin these jims

Drop jewels, even fools be lovin the gems (dig it)

Let's get it on and poppin, and keep it activated

I hope you mean advanced, speakin on any plans rap-related

I body my verses, rip the beat, shape it

Press rewind, play it, say it, get me reincarnated

Like retards gettin pussy, I dumb in the cut

You wake up in jail cells, with a thumb in your butt

You ain't a thug, I run the club with rum in the cup

Ready to rush your DJ, just to make your music jump (punk)

That's why I go to clubs with like ten beams

And the white mens I run with can't jump, cause they own the team

And if you ain't Kim, it seems you don't know me

I spit 16's in your face like twin Colbys

[Chorus One] - 2X

[C-Rayz Walz]

Chances get slim like {?}, that shapeshift

cause Snoop done wrecked +Gin & Juice+ like BET, and my Chi homey

Who's fuckin with dis? Have you duckin the hits

Leave you stuck in desert with a bucket of piss (bitch)

Sit in the passenger seat, while I'm crashin your Jeep

Hot potato was the only way you herbs was passin the heat (c'mon son)

You a mangina, and a prom queen-ah

who learn how to thug from fans and don divas

This is that Hell Rell shit, that spell well kid

I snuff buildings, if I wanna sell bricks

Deal with thick {?}, no time for fine dimes

My lines got +Big+ potential like I write for Shyne

And I'm master of the cypher, Lord of the Rings

And my third-eye blings, like +The Scorpion King+

And that's exactly what sounds funny see

Cause next time I rap, it'll be on the soundtrack for Mummy 3

[Chorus One] + [Chorus Two]

[C-Rayz Walz]

The game's painstaking, I remain ancient

Claims to have your dame dancin naked on 'posin train stations

Cats'll push a button, mush ya wifey button

Never mind your business, divine intervention's when you butt in

I don't spit no more, I circle while at games

Quick to give you barbed wire thongs for your granny panties

You bitch made, couldn't stab a track with a switchblade

After you dictate, tell me how my dick taste

Put 7 in your chest, if you owe them checks

And I ain't talkin 'bout the Clippers, leave your jersey a mess

I'm a veteran, respect me, my basic spit

make these young players better, like Jason Kidd

And if I'm gettin paper, it's cause I'm rippin flavor

I'm nice around the mic like the Wizard players

Spit a verse that deserve a replay

Get on some humble shit like YO, GIVE IT UP FOR THE DJ

[Chorus One] - 2X