Everybody Know Me (feat. Snoop Dogg)

I got the screw tape playing in the deck

so i drive slowly got them swangers pokin

yeh the slab hold me

[X4] Everybody know me

Cooler than fan money in my hand

stash in thn brown paper bags with them rubberbands

i ain't got tsay nothing...

[X4] Everybody know me

Ballin' is habbit that money i gota have it

i'm an addict for that paper my hustle is automatic

my presence is so jerassic the lanes is so tragic

i'm lightin that cali paper so i'm higer than the attic

i'm choppin up the block like a garbage disposal

so the the bible propostition and indesent proposal

i'm cool like popsicla been grinden since i was little

on this pool picnaratin the proverbs and riddles

i'm fresh like green bananas and fly like contenental

'cause i stay up on my grind late night like jimmy kimmel

in that palmagranted slam with that roof convert

five stars under the skirts call it famous foot work

that cali is active when lil kekee got that chesly

tiltin' that bumper kit im flipin with the screensly

ridin with the big dog we breakin' off sipin that stuff

to cure my cough pardon me i'm throwed off..

Chorus:

Roll it up smoke it up break it up throught it up

speed it up slow it up cut it up screw it up

do it up who involved do it to em uncle dog

everywhere i flown and gone been know to bounce some bars

enterouge thing in charge i could never camaflouge

doggy do it extra large coppin to a lesser charge

paul wall your next in charge s is hard rappin hard

dressin hard techin hard blastem like

i'm a bad mother im the only rapper know by your grandmother

and your preacher and yoru teacher aint that a trip

moshi moshi acagauru aint that a bitch thats japanese

lil homie you should learn to mingle see snoop dogg is international and bilingle

im in the game got the fame and the money mayne and

everybody know my motherfuckin name

Chourus:

Correct me if im wrong but goddamn i'm fly

in my famous stars and stripes no suit no tie

i got the heavy starch grease so i'm sharp as an ice pick

i'm swangin and bangin and holdin rain like a vice grip

i'm high as a cielin fan and fly as superman

i'm hot as a fryin pan cause baby i'm the man

i'm leanin like a kick stand stackin up them grands from to batan that wood grain in my hand

roll it up and pass it as i cruise through traffic

slow motion candy ocean on this antique classic

i'm superseedin my quata out collectin the dimes

my speech slured cause im leanin like a half passed 9

im tippin dime on them craigers im skatin like devin harford

with the trunk full of speakers beatin hard like travis barker the money in the stash paid for made stack im swangin till the fos clack drinkin codine next track