Jun 16, 2007 15:51
Take a look around baby, yeh my whole crews ugly
But we still got the most game, the most money
The most hos, the most honeys, its so funny
How you hate my fuckin guts but at the same time love me
From the lincoln to the gold to the lowrinding bike
I always catch you hatin but you know that you like
What you see is what you get, nothing more, nothing less
Im chillin smokin chronic while youre chokin on stress
I see youre mad at the fact that my pockets stay fat
Is it the cash I made on whacks or the cocaine sacks?
To the crew I roll with or the one that you lack
I wish you would come around, Id lay you flat on your back
You better hope you fuckin miss me if you see me drinkin whiskey
You know, me and diablo get way past tipsy
Whether drunk, high, or sober, yeah we still get it over
Catchin tats at 3 a.m., head to toe, tread to joker