Letras
I thought an awful lot about making records when I was little
And I grew up to be able to make records
Ok
Let's listen to a little bit of this song
Yeah
Yo
What What
Yo
Yo
Ay
Ay
Yo
Yo
Yo
I feel great
I can say
That today
Is my day
And it's okay
If that line rhymed on time
With the same word play
Cause the beat is so illlllll
It's got you like"chillll"
We making mountains out of hills
Fountains out of spills
So trill
I can kill
Buck and Bill
And they whole squad
Mellow yellow jacket
Like a devil with a ratchet
Ready to splat ya
And that whistling nurse
Black mamba with the curse
High rise dunking then disperse
What the fuck
Is he yammering about?
Let the hammer hit your mouth
Grand champion of the bout
Someone get my fuckin' belt
Ric Flair when I boast
I be scaring the hoes
Without a care then I'm ghost
And everywhere that I go
I let em know who the fuck I represent
West coast baby
Southern California 'til I'm dead
I got that Dodgers on my noggin while it's bobbin to the beat
Yesterday I wasn't having it
Today I got everything
Yesterday I wasn't having it
Today I have it all
Yesterday I felt small
But today I'm gonna to ball yo
Pull up to the line
Shoot my shot with a kiss
Yesterday was a brick
But today I can't miss
Yesterday I wasn't having it
Today I have it all
Yesterday I felt small
But today I'm gonna to ball yo