I’m a gangster for real, I feel so damn gangster I’m a gangster for real… I’m a gangster for real, I feel so damn gangster I’m a gangster for real…
Check it, mmmhmmm It’s just one of those days, I feel the sunrise around me All the clouds ran away, huh somethin funny’s goin on (Okay) Okay, now where’s all the traffic? (Hmm) Is someone tryin to clown me? Why do I feel fantastic? I’m used to things always goin wrong But now…
Sittin in my backyard, lookin at a little squirrel I’m drinkin some coffee, feel like a whole different world Plus I got the bomb rhyme skills I GOT HAWTHORNE BACKIN ME UP (Hmm) Plus my wife looks good I got butter soft seats all up in my truck! Yup, yup, I’m bangin some Depeche Mode Windows down so you can see my fresh mode Yeah my six-fo’ is only a Nintendo But I’m smashin fools on some Super Mario Never pictured myself sittin on some big dough Used to +Singing the Blues+ on +6th and Alvarado+ I’m chillin in the back of The Belt chewing tacos I feel like young Sean Connery in Cabo
(Breakdown) Act like you in Cabo Let me take you out We’ll go to Denny’s on Vermont and we’ll get waffles on the house, yeah Act like you in Cabo Let me take you out We’ll go to Denny’s on Vermont and we’ll get waffles on the house, yeah Because we cold [Pigeon John] Check it, watch the young Duke Ellington make the place gelatin Shake the fake falligant, I”m the black Gilligan that keep seekin, keep reachin, the seas peekin Keep reapin, keep breathin, the same reason I leave venom, every time I choose to spit ‘em in a line, hit ‘em, with an unusual rhythm That you never heard taht some of the words that are spoken Forever hurtin those who oppose, I’m not jokin cause now…