i see i gotta play another game so if imma go out imma go out right you knowm sayin cool wit it all im untouchable im on a plane calcutta bound meeting with them people from that sample we done turned around trying to stop the war with a hardcore dancefloor type of lesson cause the truth will hurt forever more now whats my punishment you mean to tell me i could get sued for making sure my people have some fun and shit its a funny game its like the time that ol boy got pac and me and jackie kicked off that houston plane for drinking remy martin acting up and starting and thats all i got to say about thatpardon cause thats a binge frenefit nigga been the shit i fucked around and did business with niggas on some friend shit but to no avail this is show and tell only thing i ever got for working was a broken nail thats all i really know about the streets its the hustle get hustled get down or get beat wake up in some herbs this morning and i can hear the streets theyre calling wake up in the pool this morning i can feel the vibes theyre calling now i done helped a lot of enemies that didnt deserve it thats probably why i be the one that you wont see at their service we swerve and never nervous im a daredevil just ask the homie pervis nigga we on their level aint nothin gon stop the flowing and the 4 4ing and showing that i done been a corporation when yall was still growing niggas say i fell off ha they gotta say that that give em false security to think they demo aint wack nigga im standing on a bottle looking over the fence trippin off this bullshit that we up against crippin is mainstream pimpin is ballfield the truth is stranger than a lie but its all real im a mack from the p card a g a star a rider a rebel independent believe we are trying to forget about my past thats all open a bottle of cristal and pass it to yall now what up where the riders at wake up in some herbs this morning and i can hear the streets theyre calling wake up in the pool this morning i can feel the vibes theyre calling  stomp out my house on the hill to el villa negril the mediterranean pay me and im back at the wheel in montego bay drinking with g dr b chuckey mack a fe watch her climbing up the coconut tree suga free is no sweeter than the bitterest fruits blame it on compton and my niggerish roots im down to kick a hater with the biggest of boots its not about the strap its bout the nigga issues fool im supercalifornialisticexpeal a creep around the city in a red impala short tempered nyggas get stuck and die wet and short money nyggas speak a different dialect so give me my cris give me my hits give me my bitch give me my spliff give me my fifth give me my gift tropical skin color nice and thin mother of my virtual kids because i hump in thin rubbers now wake up in some herbs this morning i can hear the streets theyre calling wake up in the pool this morning i can feel the vibes theyre calling