It's wicked and merciless in my regionHooligans, knuckleheads, heathensNiggas with dark crossesI have to stop niggas from breathingListen, he signaled for a fair catchBut they still hit himCan't be half-ass hustling and catting offCan't be loose as a porno pussyThat's how you get your head golfedYes sir, yes sirFor some ***-off changeEnough to buy a flying spurtWhen they calling the politicianThere is no competitionBlowing bitches' minds like an engineBlowing pistons, fliffingSmoking a Taylor to the fingernailHolding my breath until I turn paleSending packages in the mailPrepared to post bailTo catch me, they gon' put a hustler under the jailBavaric, not generic, man, you heard me?Exercising calisthenics, doing burpeesBurps, buzzings, smoking, puffingSuits and jumping, drinking, rushingBoots and subbing, headache bufferingLoud enough to bust your pumpkinBeating the truck looseBeating the truck looseBeating the truck looseUh, with the dramas drawn, fiends sucked upWhen you can get fried like a burrito in front of the taco truckIn the inner city, no pity for healthy order sick leaveIt's fluffy, it's dusty, man, Ripley won't believe itThey gnarly, they party, they hella topPlay with the fry, they gon' get burnedLet's fade, get a burpee, we gon' bust a big ass buildingI don't want that stanky bitch, you can have my sloppy sassI drink gin and vodka, stupid papa, my collarGot away with my words, like BarackaOn the toilet, readin' the faderMagazine with my magazine and my caterFurs bustin', smokin', puffin', soups and jumpin'Drinkin', rushin', boostin', subbin', headache bufferin'Loud enough to bust your pumpkinBeatin' the truck looseBeatin' the truck looseBeatin' the truck looseBeatin' the truck looseBeatin' the truck looseBeatin' the truck looseBeatin' the truck looseBeatin' the truck looseFresh up out of the parking lot, blappin'My car is a tourist attraction*** it, let me dropWe drink Louis shotsPlay me close, I popMade him payOff with his head, he wasn't usin' it anywayPlay too muchRunnin' around talkin' tough like he can't get touchAnybody can get touchYou name it, I didn't get itI ain't tellin' on myself, though I never admit itBut you yellin', so that end upI never regret itMe and my niggas in my campfireBall-headed and dreadedHeavy on the grindThat nigga name shouldn't be mentioned in the same breakfast mapFurs bustin', smokin', puffin', soups and jumpin'Drinkin', rushin', boostin', subbin'Headache bufferin'Loud enough to bust your pumpkinBeatin' the truck looseBeatin' the truck looseBeatin' the truck looseBeatin' the truck looseBeatin' the truck looseBeatin' the truck looseBeatin' the truck looseBeatin' the truck looseBeatin' the track looseWe'll be right back.