Yo dawg, pass the gin
That's some good stuff dawg, yo
Check the flow
Here we go
Do your ass thing, I'm coming straight with it
One day I cut your ass up just like on my jet day
Machete, ready, you better stay steady
One false move and you get lit like a doobie
So spark it up, homies, I got the clip to the chrome
Holla, point, ballas, and I'm pointing at your dome
You're drunk like a rat, one pump on the jack
You're a kind of little sucker, that's that
I'm getting funky with this, you shouldn't mind your business
Oh, I slipped, now I have to get a witness
Massage up this man and let him stand on my own, man
Should've watched his dick and now you're sinking into quicksand
I stopped the dial, you're like no oxygen, you suffocate
Take another hit from a split and I elevate
High on your climb, I'ma close down
Take another pinch from the dime, feeling fine
Spark it up, homies, I got the clip to the chrome
Holla, point, ballas, and I'm pointing at your dome
Spark it up, homies, I got the clip to the chrome
Holla, point, ballas, and I'm pointing at your dome
Spark it up, homies, I got the clip to the chrome
Holla, point, ballas, and I'm pointing at your dome
Spark it up, homies, I got the clip to the chrome
Holla, point, ballas, and I'm pointing at your dome
Look in here, look in here, look who we got, look in here
A punk little sucker got the barra to his ear
Come on, talk it, shh, now, I dare ya, I dare ya
You better say you pray ya, cause I'm about to fly ya
Ooh, you sorry, oh, I know you're sorry
Don't cry, here's a little, here's a little, bitch, dry your eye
But this ain't gonna stop me, for I'm coming rough
Still, I pull the trigger, and suck his eye
Snuff, and take that
I hit you in the head with an aluminum bag
Crack out the croco, and I'm a good loco
I put out your foco with my wicked moco
So say ya, say ya, I wouldn't wanna pay ya
Cause I'm driving shh, like in my head
Like diarrhea coming like orgasms
I'm yip-grhmut smiling, suckers trying to step up
And I want ya to dance on
Spark it up hordes, I got electric to the crop
Holla, Point, Balla, then I'm pointing at your dome
Spark it up Hordes, I got electric to the crop
Holla, Point, Balla, then I'm pointing at your dome
Spark it up Hordes, I got electric to the crop
Holla, Point, Balla, then I'm pointing at your dome
Holla, point, holla, then I'm pointing at your nose
Wicked, demented, just like a warlock
I will rock and will shock the nation
I need my medication to calm me down quickly
Mayday, Mayday, 11-5-50
I get influenced by rough beats like this
I'm dropping rough swings so you know I won't miss
Sometimes I get frantic, but I'm not satanic
I'm dropping dogs and my dogs are atomic
Slowly I sneak from behind and I find
A crooked-eyed kid who's sick in the mind
Taking advantage of his bad-ass laputa
187 on the mother bleepin' hoota
Put to the test, now it's like it's a rest
Forget the bulletproof vest, I did it eight for the chest
So roll, roll, roll your joint, twist it at the end
Light it up and take a puff and pass it to a friend
Spark it up, homies, I got the clock to the clock
Holla, point, holla, then I point it at your dog
Spark it up, homies, I got the clock to the clock
Holla, point, holla, then I point it at your dog
Spark it up, homies, I got the clock to the clock