work like a slave... live like a king... that's how i roll nigga'... flip burgers by day... fit fat asses by night... i got a white cadillac with a pop up trunk... and a black hot road with chrome rims... dress like a pimp... stress like a shimp... that's how i look nigga'... some say i'm color blind... erased recycled bin of history... but i remember my first fame... forget my last name... it's a given... comes with the change... running out of the shooting range... i keep my eggs in my basket... my eyes in the shade... the red eyed bunny rabbit under my hat... write like a poet... read like a dog... my rap goes beyond imposed boundaries... zappin' zips past time and line... squizzin' limes behind rhymes... study your teachings... forget my preachings... born again labor worker... i rmember the meaning of the ring... late night fuzz... early morning buzz... spend like a flee... buy like a bitter fly... gotta be aware of your surroundings... observe... protect... n' perv... rollin' style like there's no tomorow... hangin' confort zone fashion style... eyes behind my back i walk backwards... tie over my chest i talk awkward... supersize me fries... pleased to eat you...
Labels: Santa Monica... California..