(feat. Phats Bossalini, Big Lurch)

[Phats]


All I know..... is this Regime %#@!.


[Chorus: Phats, Big Lurch]

I'm juss a thousandaire

but pretty soon I plan to be a millionaire
playa hatas best beware!


[Big Lurch]

Don't hate on mine

when you want that sim to shine!
Don't hate on mine
when you want that sim to shine!


[Verse 1: Yukmouth]


^!$$%. Let's do it.
I'm tryin to touch mo' money than Bill Gates
but know that

when you get the money they will hate
them broads that hang around you wit the ice grill face
be the broads that lay you and take you to an ill place

Where the doe at?
They know you ballin, cuz you deal weight
you better show that, ^!$$% where the safe is at while you still safe

cuz, ^!$$%s will take yo life
probably rape yo wife
if they can't say China white, now say goodnight!

To the bad guy
in a ski mask guy
I been gettin cash guy

ever since my dad died
me and my real boys
in Mazda-has

(*##$es wit, cat eyes feed me lobster ya'll
if I wanna ride I cop it, dawg
if I gotta flip one for my chocolate dawg

juss like we shop at the mall
don't knock it ya'll
I been ballin since the days of Genesis

and Benz's flipped
tinted %#@!, while you just rentin %#@!
pretendin it's, yours

drivin Honda Accord's and Ford Probe's
^!$$%s flossin them hoes
my name is known across the globe

see me talkin on shows
Rolex rockin them hoes
knockin on my door lookin fo yo (*##$, I put the glock to your nose.


[Chorus x2]


[Verse 2: Phats Bossalini]

Blast the blood clot

my ^!$$%s makin money non-stop
off the rock
another hundred to cop

fiends blisterin
all action
we G's wit Mac-10's

co-captian
Boss was sworen as a coppo
take bread

live like Macho, push the throttle
jet black seat pushed back in a Diablo
die slow

my ^!$$%s want it and triffle it
Hummer %#@!
cover my mic cuz it's priceless

ice this
Rolex piece, watch and Jeep
^!$$%s lose sleep
trainin my beasts how to feast
where the broke eat

approach yo block wit guns
cops will come
spread the bread in lumps son
my ^!$$% John John
he had his head on tight

hit the pipe
now he tweaked, high as a kite
I used to shed tears
knew damn deep he didn't care
hope and dreams that was all that's there to be a millionaire.


[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3: Phats Bossalini]


My ^!$$%s rock solid
make the money be the object
$#&@ a colleauge
I'm off the clock rockin dollas
see us
peep us

it's juss the three of us
me an Yuk, plus Mad Maxx been out to get some.

[Verse 4: Yukmouth]

Feed it up
soon as I get up

I got to roll a phat spliff up
smoke til it burn my finger tips an lips up
drinkin liquor til I get the hic ups
$#&@ bad (*##$es then we switch up
$#&@ bad (*##$es then we switch up.

[Verse 5: Phats Bossalini]


Watch me shine in my nine-nine custom design
^!$$%s sniffin lines sayin Boss committed a crime
I robbed the bomb shelter
shipped the goods off the delta
task asks if Phats the man wit no replica.


[Verse 6: Yukmouth]

No replica
put the tech to ya
Smiff-N-Wesson ya
here's the lesson to be learned, don't test the young Hugh Heffener
4 point 6 snatchin up yo (*##$

an when it comes to mics I wreck this %#@!
collectin chips
disrespect yo click
I come wit real %#@!
from the Village Oak-Town
raised a drug dealer, to be rappin and stars Mo Town
on the low down, I used to blow brown, but now I blow pounds

went from bein ugly as $#&@, to havin hoes now
you know now.

[Chorus til end]