(Jimi Hendrix intro) 1st Verse Its historic and euphoric, you cant ignore it/ a man of war, playa I'mma take a stand for it/ abort it whoadie watch yo hands cause you cant afford it/ support you more when your broke, you really want the glory?/ on campus with them co-eds got some co head/ I got so many lines like a super rich coke head/ a mo'fuckin genius and your bitch would agree/ at the Double Tree drunk off bubbly twist tha weed/ pick the leaves from the tree of misery/ isn't he, supposed to infinitely be if he the king/ Ha, get on your knees and kiss the ring/ Then my senses came and a picture paints/ i admit the game inflicted pain, but I took the rain/ harvested a crop of verses with a lot of purpose/ proper service cause the cops will merk us if we make em nervous/ hurt us by our feelings we defend our bodies/ arrest the Hoovers and Gottis there can only be one army/ (motha fuck it tho)
(i dont give a fuck no more....you dont like me...fuck you) (Ohh...Noo they dont really fuck with me) (Its alright ...its all good..i know the FAM gonna ride wit me)
2nd verse Sippin mimosas and the closest prognosis/ why the sickness wana host us/ medical makes me dopest/ focused so I smoke it and I wrote this for the hopeless/ The city of alcoholics and Hootie and the Blowfish/ I cant sit still...roam (*Rome) on my Pope ish/ cooking crack in the lab come get you a dope dish/ I built a boat and I aint coming home with no fish/ Spirit family health are what make you feel so rich/ I'm a big bill, I cant break or change fool/ a "Benji" is 100 and Imma stay the same too/ you do what a lame do, my campaign came true/ FAMily over money, groupie hoes and the fame too/ (Chuuuch)
(yea...I dont even know what to say Momma...half of em love me.. half of em hate me....its alright)
How you supposed to vote nowadays if you dont really give a fuck/ If you brought a blunt or a joint I hope you lit it up/ They say the morale down we gotta get it up/ and if the world ends now we gotta live it up/
How you supposed to vote if you dont really give a fuck/ you brought a blunt or a joint I hope you lit it up/ They say the morale down we gotta get it up/ and if the world ends now we gotta live it up/
(G...yea...know what i mean...its that real shit...South Cak-ill-ak...803 representa B-Familia!!)