Saturday, tonight's the night on my go, y'all I got buzz papers with a zig-zag roll-up
Yo, I'm off a mission, cause I'm quaking, until next weekend, until I go to sleeping
I sit going crazy, everyone's on Marco, and yo, like the March Bros, I trip out like Marco
And what do I say in my review? Mirror the red, the blue flashing lights, not much clearer
I was at the Hooters, pulling me over, heard they had our units out for the Joker
What the *** did I do? So illegal, the car jacked a cop, then shot a few people
The law blocked me up, so I crashed it, got the 4th down, had my straps, so I blasted
Took the click, empty clip, caught smoking dank, meaning once again I'm in the Ho-D tank
A brown street entrepreneur, that's the beat in the mix, stay up on the mix, make a hit and get back to the sewer
Overwhelmed by minorities, so *** authority, tonight there's one fewer, *** California's judicial system
Got a meeting with a gang of dead presidents, a gun for the missing, I'd rather be folding, bang
Then coming down in the Ho-D tank, forgot my *** at that pad before I raised up
Get off, I'll stop, I have to wait to blaze up, I'll wait before the day's up to stay up
Until that black and white clip of you, wasn't *** I could do, threw my brood
Seen him soup in the mother***ing rear view, ***ing queer you
Handcuffed on the curb cause I had a want, I'd like to put the pig's mouth to work on the street whoring
Looking at a light from the top bunk, rather play skunk, this ***ing *** is punk
Pigs smell like rotten funky food
Been raised in this lifestyle since I was knee high, breaking off snitches with my stitches and some Levi's
Cause we rise up and rebel, so *** a cell to hell, I'll be loose on the streets living fat like Neal
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