Straight shooter, take an arrow to the knee
Still a player to the game, claps spreadin my disease
The type to leave a party with bottles under my sleeve

Drunk (*##$es busy tuggin me under this money tree

Trill Navy, real wavy as the sea

Rollin with a black flag, steel chrome in a knapsack
Written treasures never seize to gettin heard
By them big booty apple bottoms set to get the worm.


Spit a flow and roll it with a bit of sherm
Hit the deck, shots ringing to the beat of metronomes

Mouth dripping acid, south Cali madness
Chris Dorner %#@!, shootin' pigs, goin' ham, dick


Harder than a $#&@in' cat scan on a fat (*##$
Rappin with a cabin fever hotter than a match stick
I kill em all with no sweat, OF twenty ten

Scoring with the junkies, wonder where your money went