Lyrics
[eL2Bee:]
Fresh out the East Coast with a flow you ain't ever heard before,
Consumin' green like a herbivore,
Killin' every beat you hear me spit some verses for,
And most these rappers faker than the skin color on cast members of Jersey Shore,
Say word, I spit sicker than herpes sores when I rip the
Microphone to pieces and proceed to roll the sticky,
Only hittin' kush or piff I guess because I'm picky,
Black Wallin' on the East,
Tell Game to come and get me,
I got shotgun in a 6-4, rockin' Chucks and Dickies,
Spittin' with a smooth speech,
Got a flow slicker than Mitchy,
Got the whole click with me and we all match in black,
Pockets fatter than the ass on Nicki so just step back
And relax, grab a bag of the piff and some zig-zags,
Light up and sit back and listen to me spit raps that
Are sicker than the itch of a rash, now that I'm back
With a flow so potent that
You could smell it straight through the bag,
It's that Kush...
[Akon:]
I know you tryin' to get high,
Type of sh** that have you leaning sideways,
Take a wiff of this Suicide,
Holla at me cause I got it all day,
No need to fly to Jamaica
For the ganja, we can get the same thing,
You want that bomb, bomb, diggy,
Holla at my niggi right here in LA
(Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale)
We get that kush, we blow on the best smoke
Inhale slow, no choke
Make yo ass choke
Hold up wait a minute
You can go put it back
Cause what you got in yo sack boy, it ain't that,
Ain't that Kush, we blow on the best smoke
Inhale slow, no choke
Make yo ass choke
(Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale)
[Game:]
n*** s put my face on the milk carton, take the sh** off
'Cause I've been home with the kids instead of breaking sh** off,
I'm asthmatic, aftermath-matic, Dre want me in the booth,
The room better be padded 'cause I'm loco,
Psychotic, six hundred wide body,
Lost a couple mill last year, but why cry about it?
Westside got a n*** back, so I throw my dubs up,
Never leave without my strap, it's like that,
Got palm tree's, we comin' through on three's
The A-F-T-E-R-M-A-T-H, n*** we got a army,
Aftermath general, one love to fifty,
I ain't seen him in a minute though, used to be my n*** yo,
Money change n*** s, but we the same n*** ,
Add fuel to the fire, that makes the flame bigger,
But sometimes ego's clash with desert eagles,
But I'll stayed loyal to the city where the weed grow (Compton)
(Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale)
[Akon:]
I know you tryin' to get high,
Type of sh** that have you leaning sideways,
Take a wiff of this Suicide,
Holla at me cause I got it all day,
No need to fly to Jamaica
For the ganja, we can get the same thing,
You want that bomb, bomb, diggy,
Holla at my niggi right here in LA
Hold up, wait a minute
Let me put some beats up in it
Hold up, wait a minute
Let me put some beats up in it
