I aint never had no poser in my clique// im timeless with that music ill be posted for a bit // i got swag like coffee cups with coasters for the drips// westside fear and loathing im here coastin on my trip.
i just rolled a spliff it got me feelin so handsome// spit stay blunted cuz my city for the samsons// feelin like a champion, buju banton, lampin up in the clouds they all nine like a handgun//
____ and she like where you get your pants from// said some other shit but in my head i was thinking anthems// thinking of how your ____ Awards and how your bread come// My parties for the debbies and your functions full of randoms
Black girls, guap girls and any filipinas// they all be givin brain and they got spit up in they genus// ____all english and im making out in french// I send them home in a cab and i doubt we're hanging out again.
Rosewood, thats the mafioso// Norma is the avenue , I bring these baddest dudes for new photos// Alexander Spit and thats the name of the band, and uh Big booty slap and thats the name of the hand
My Heads a ghosttown and i made it all copless// bettys all wearin top notches, topless// mobbin down the block i got my pockets full of profits// and yes its summer time i got my cellie for the prospects, and real Gs know this ___ will get that _____ out// the vodka dont freeze and every child for ___ thursday out
I got this muder mouth thats killin yall softly// like these white girls with narcotics adn give them nosebleeds// i call my up bitch and i say sorry bout ya i twitpicd my whole team like baby girl we out here....
and Rosewood is where we spark this where ashtrays get filled with more roaches than joes apartment