96 Cris

(album: Los Angeles Is Not For Sale, Vol. 1 - 2016)

Shoutout to the homie from the Bay at the afterparty
That gave me that kill
But I still
Fuck with my nigga Smack
We smoke spliffs with some 96 Cris

Still got it bad for you
Thinking bout you at least half of the day
The other half, you know what they say
Kissing babies, shaking hands, politickan
Another sneak diss is not what's missing
So I concentrate more on words now
Give the ball to me if it's 3rd down
I got your back
Wonder why rap at a standstill
We ain't dropped in a minute, yeah
And that is not a coincidence
I learn to live with no regrets
Your girl looking like a 9
My girl looking like a Tec
She love when I get it wet
Peel panties off of her
If it's work to do then I'm off of her
I got a lot of crosses and pendants
Niggas focused on what I make but not what I'm spending
I'm grinning hardly as much as when I was younger
Thinking they would acknowledge me I couldn't have been dumber
I still rap better than you niggas if I was a plumber
So hit me on the next tour and shout me the number
We leave at 3 AM baby, you know that I want it and I'm back

Shoutout to the homie from the Bay at the afterparty
That gave me that kill
But I still
Fuck with my nigga Smack
We smoke spliffs with some 96 Cris

We're close than that evangelist
You're in Los Angeles
Don't fall in love with the camera
I got homies with so many tats on they face
I just laugh, watch 'em shoot craps, rolling J's
Still miss my nigga Phil, pour the drank
Real G's don't gossip
Don't be telling me what you read on bossip lil nigga
Truth be told I'm tryna find me
Bomb dumb fools in the 90's
Not nowhere near Tuki but don't push me
If I squeeze one finger, I'll get her to talk
With my hand on my heart, don't step on the chalk
It's like the John Wooden book
When your grandma cook
Everybody say "I'm gonna get me some"
I know brothers that rap [?]
And brothers that sell hard
And the ones that nobody know with 12 cars
You will never walk in my house and smell harp
Her body looking ready to go a well thot
Of course if I call you a bitch I'm a male dog
My bills too low for me to fall off
Y'all gonna have to take this ass whopping gracefully
Hey Bobby Womack save a place for me, oh yeah

Shoutout to the homie from the Bay at the afterparty
That gave me that kill
But I still
Fuck with my nigga Smack
We smoke spliffs with some 96 Cris