[Verse 1] Desperado always drinkin out the bottle Young hyena with the HK hollow point staple spray Turf tight soil block warrior from the avenue Mean muggin like Im mad at you Boiler Maker Bakers whiskey mixed in with my brew Celebratin smoking Mendocino bud this is the lifestyle of a thug A hooligan a heathen wolverine everybody on my team got a triple beam Tossin candy to the dope fiends Million dollar spot million dollar dreams Four or five different colored techamarines Yellow diamonds and stones and twoway pager phones Plushed out SUVs smokin Leprechaun Flowers in the back seat watchin Austin Powers with the windows up Lost tryin to get where we gettin Talking to the operator on my OnStar system [Hook x2] This is the lifestyle that I choose We smoke tweed get kid all day and drink brews Which of these rap stars fart, shit, burp and get paper Spray myself with sucka repellent and shake haters [Verse 2] Every morning I got to have a nice fat joint and a hot bubble bath Wrapped in a Backwood or a ZigZag Eyes red like a broad on a rag My pants sag down past my waistline with the vive When I leave the coffee table got my nine by my spine Funkin like its goin out of style Mo beef than a cow speakin ebonics Evonics and broken English from Venus Intelligent hoodlums and geniuses From the inner city Al Capones and Frank Nittys From the ruler to the tutor hubba heada shoota In the back for a hubble rock or crack [Hook x2] [Verse 3] See uh I just look like this but Im really about my scratch See what it is I want the popos to think that Im just as square as a box of apple jacks I shoot craps drive GMC Avalanches and EXT Cadillacs If you snooze you lose I know you got a lot a trust in your dudes But check for traps and clues nobodys playin by the rules anymore Not even the people that made em up My hood is corrupted and full of infidel one poverty Not too much faithfulness mostly all betrayal Mostly all my folks are dead or locked away in jail Speakin about some people that I miss Tijuana Carter, Ricardo Slay and Lisa Smith Fred, Tito, Pat and Kobe and OG dead brother Fab the big homie Hillside representin this to the fullest And all my homies locked down pullin bullets [Hook x3] Uhhhhhhh!
mostly, evonics, techamarines, heada, speakin