Lyrics
Ya vision pitiful, Condition critical
Bangin minimal but test and I’ll increase my intervals x2
Beauty in the eye of beholders perfect like Nefertiti
Taggin up da big White House in DC, with da best graffiti
Burn you just like toast, get ghost, before ya ever see me
Doing what I gotta ta feed my family but I’m neva greedy
Oink oink, save tha dirty pork, for tha police
Muthafuck Iraq, cuz in America we have no peace
Tellin us to be silent meanwhile tha violence it don’t cease
Just another popo, turned bacon, no mo’ grease
CuzIain’t John Travolta but every day getting older
And my trigga gets hotta, as the world gets colder
I toldya, now I think its time dat you start listinin
Call it what ya want, ya death is tha, synonym
Talkin all dat shit yo corpse I’ll be christening
Bathe you in tha holy water I just got done pissing in
Gasping for breathe, till no action is left
If ya really wanna know, betta be asking for DEF...
You may have dat fire, but I’m hotta
I’ma mac ya sista, ya momma, and ya daughter
You may have dat fire, but I’m hotta
Even got ya baby momma, callin me papa x2
Ya vision pitiful, Condition critical
Bangin minimal but test and I’ll increase my intervals x4
Ready ta let loose get troops, set foos up, who neva heard of me
Red rum, red rum, I’m leaving ya muthafuckas burgundy x4
You may have dat fire, but I’m hotta
I’ma mac ya sista, ya momma, and ya daughter
You may have dat fire, but I’m hotta
Even got ya baby momma, callin me papa x2
First off, I think I’m gonna take this chance ta
Introduce ya to the question for your answer
Put me on da news, betta call up Rick Dancer
This just in… my message spreading like cancer
Raised in Kila Cali but now I’m up in da Northwest
Smoking out da whole Willamette Valley like a vortex
One by one ya done, nigga your next
So besta quit, mugging less ya, body made of gortex
All I wanna do is blaze, cuz her booty bangin
WHO? Mary Jane niggaro. know wha’ I’m saying
Hit dat shit, pass it to da homey, nigga no delayin
Seriously, just cuz I got game don’t mean I’m playin
Just know dat I can so, feel, da back of my hand ho
Bitch, ass niggaz, tryna play me, like a banjo
I got real rhythm , technology nano
When my music infiltrate ya dome you’ll be like damn yo
Ready ta let loose get troops, set foos up, who neva heard of me
Red rum, red rum, I’m leaving ya muthafuckas burgundy x4
You may have dat fire nigga, but I’m hotta x4
