yeah wassup baby boy i wanna propose a toast to my motherfuckin partner mac l e e ya know eh smoke something nigga ahhh oooiiiee it s goin down boy 1996 ya dome will grow every damn day i smoke dank but still i got things on my mind i can t shake and damn i can t wait for a lightweight breakthrough grand mama told me that money don t make you but if your ass broke you don t eat motherfucker so i hit the streets in the game as a youngster only sixteen on the block selling candy now my family can t understand me juvenile delinquent force to describe smokin on indo twisted with thai had to stay high in order to cope the more money made the more dank smoked living loc selling dope never broke so i tweaked lightweight life hangin out late night under the street light doing tight wandering then i m gone was always right and always wrong but player it was on it was that or double edged trumps under my tongue white bitch tight shit ain t no wonder they sprung young player on the g block competing with these street geeks one and of a kind im not one to starve on the phone call a moon yo eight one yola some rare raps and i m strapped lean crossed with cola doja joint on my left hollowed points in my clip for the set trip i dip a soldiers point is his grip x2 every damn day i smoke dank but still i got things on my mind i can t shake and damn i can t wait for a lightweight breakthrough grand mama told me that money don t make you another day another dollar to be checked right i m on the ave trying to get my game tight head lights hit the corner and i m on a fifth of that gin strapped with my mac ten thirty one reasons a hater better think first if it s funk i m letting off a quick burst kinda perked but never too perked though it s ya chance three deep in a four door celebrities wish they catching me out of pocket and if they stop i m jetting like a rocket a young hog on the track when i m derpin perking like folgers and i m serving boulders getting each and every sale hella fools got llallo but i clientele so as i kick back on the dope track and let my mills stack forever see what they better do is let that residue stick that westside hoo bang and we too thick and we move shit around and go if you ain t from the town you re foe holding your wound my 5 0 in your tomb as i zoom down the g block and dope fiends not concered too short serving sherm newports went from doja to crack to heroin then back now i m movin sherm sticks and they don t know how to act in the lac dookie ground with pound hoochies down feel my coochie coolie cap me now taking me down oh no you living foul never trust a big butt and a smile or a dead nigga thrilla for the scrilla x2 every damn day i smoke dank but still i got things on my mind i can t shake and damn i can t wait for a lightweight breakthrough grand mama told me that money don t make you age fourteen my whole team was swollen as mumps on the savage ass grind in the pose for months where the spinach shit cause misused herb was a booster serving murders cause if she didn t it scared ya went to pimp like a go rilla suckas bust in the girl post the hook best to show scrilla cause on site i m like if you ain t right i want your mama stictly in the game to gain fuck the drama crush the leafs and crumbs on the run from my evil ways spliffs and blunts taking tricks and punks for pay cause in a way nigga end up in the grave nigga cause in the bay nigga purp pop and play nigga freshest when the game passed fuck them fake players haters sneak on hurt something mouthpiece worked on real talk paradise perking irking jerking got my my speech slurred ya ll cats snatch till my rides and my fleet swerve hours and hours of tripping off the rose nigga drop far or not i m a soldier like a told ya it ain t going to stop till my hashish smoked up the whole bay down taking your birthdays from old lays x2 every damn day i smoke dank but still i got things on my mind i can t shake and damn i can t wait for a lightweight breakthrough grand mama told me that money don t make you 1