You know we ridin', yeah we ridin'
I got my ^!$$% MC Breed in the house

Big Baller, what you ridin' boy, what you ridin'



I got some candy paints sittin' on these
Platinum peices and some ho's from over seas
A mansion, a yaht, and some G's,

Everything about you, thousand motto ^!$$%, yeah
Cant even tell you what I make a year
I got some candy paints sittin' on these

Platinum peices and some ho's from over seas
A mansion, a yaht, and some G's,
Everything about you, thousand motto ^!$$%, yeah

Cant even tell you what I make a year

(Too Short)

(Spit it)
Max fold, the chef could be proffesional when rap is my colateral, for this cash flow
I got some candy paints sittin' on these

Platinum peices and some ho's from over seas
A mansion, a yaht, and some G's
To be respected for the past and the present

Uh, and show my $$# at every session (yeah)
And sure enough, (what) I'm gettin' closer to my destin
(^!$$%, Breed you ain't %#@!) No interuptions only testin'

(But I do) Uh, prove that I'm smooth with an aseditive
Bumpin' just a little bit better than my competitor
Hard you better than, you ain't gotta say it is

Everyday that's the way it is, keep it Manist
Back for some of that, Breed when the funk %#@!
All up in yo' $$# and get cash yo' $$# bump this

Bobb and weave MC's never could handle me
Thinkin' bout' changin' my name to Scandal-la, you follow
Now get the paper with my motto

Them ^!$$%s need to get in position and go on and hate me if you gotta
Gotta meal won't you have a plate, I'll have you wait
Go on and sit inside my Lincoln while I navigate






Mackin' in my lac and when I stack em' in the back
I don't give them (*##$es slack, cause if she's in my Cadillac


She'll be giving up the crack tryna' get a ^!$$%s scratch
When she suck a million dicks the (*##$'ll get a platinum plack

I said BIATCH, that's what I said when I grabbed her pony tail and she was givin' me head
I said BIATCH, you know what's up I put my dick in my draws' and zipped my jeans up
And instantly; you finna' see how pimpishly, I get these ho's in the streets

You ^!$$%s killin' me; you ain't feelin' me the (*##$ got you burnin' smokin' penni-cillin-weed
Or dip yo' dick in some hennessy, you'll be a God damned fool if you listen to me
I tell you %#@! that you can't believe, I got the bad $$# (*##$es and they stankin' free






I told Breed these young ^!$$%s think we gettin' old
I seen em' gettin gas down on Cascade Road, still makin' money in these new days

Used to have sky pagers now we got two-ways
We dipped to my house and let the beat crank
So many placks on the wall you cant see the paint

But its loud, you know how wild your friends get
Ballin' so long been through three body styles and big Benz's
If I cut it, in the garage

I'll make the (*##$ think im the wizard of Oz
Click yo' heels three times you swear you seen magic
Now she's a star, she used to be a maget

Her #~!!@ went platinum, thats what I heard
Like when I'm rappin, you never get enough of my word
I'm in my third decade of gettin paid to rap

Back in the day my tapes stained the deck





This %#@! bumpin mine ain't it
Oh you gotta be riders if you wanna bum this Short dog %#@!
You can't be in no little bull%#@! $$# car with no bull%#@! system

What you ridin' ^!$$%, you got candy?
You got rims ^!$$%?, yo' beat aint bumpin' ^!$$%
This %#@! bumpin', turn that %#@! up, BIATCH!