Crackin Like Pastachios

(альбом: Bullets, Blunts In Ah Big Bankroll - 2004)

Here is my credentials
It's something so essentials
Get the pad I'll get the pencil
Doing donuts like it's wenchels
I'm a kamakazee thinker I'm a threat
I roll around the block and hit up homies from the set
Cutting nice like it's liqour cause I'm quicker out the box
I sport the stance
Make the 'didas with the 3 qaurter sox
Tiga rock non stop
In the car with the fast the flow
Telling these freaks that I'm cracking like pastachio's yo

The situations chemistry it's hitting like the hennesy
Ripping through the soul of the gods in pennententary's
Roll a dice get the craps
Homie where your mind at
Gotta make the money so the law never find that
I'm a make the money out the flow
I'm cracking like pastachio's yo
Maybe you didn't know
I'm switching 4 lanes and yo maybe it ain't no thang
And holla at you boy if you see me in da game
It's strange

Throwing like I'm ganon
With a canon for an arm
And yo I'm turning up the charm
When I see her at the bar
I'm like a cotton candy devil
Yo meanin that I'm trebble
I look over the offense
Trying to make the playas fumble
Man I'm on my way to hell and a lil continental
And even though it's mines god I'll treat it like a rental
In this simple yo the rearrange
Smack you like I'm plumber Lane
Fool I think your hiding thangs
Gold chains and diamond rangs

Cut the pie then divide
Smoking weed the supper fly
Do or die true or lie
Dirty money multiply
Look at me look at me greed I'm greedy
Telling all my homies yo god you don't want to be me
Wat you saw I broke the law
Blazing in a new car
Jazzy as I wanna be
Like I'm up in Utah
Twinkle twinkle little star money in the cookie jar
Rookies on a rookie car betting with the bookie hard