Dumb

I'm just too hot to touch you know I'm the law

I smoke about million pounds of dutch and say what

Shortie keep yakking it up and on the low

I might take her to the back to fuck, get a nut

Nyce, you cant tell me I aint came up

Fastball pitcher I deliver with no change up

Fuckin right I'm famous, balling like the lakers

Only time I move is to go collect my paper

See me on the wanted poster, Mad and La Coka Nostra

Hop out of my porche, pull my trunk and extort ya

Yup we west coast and dog we stay posting

Walk with two toasters louis vuitton holsters

I'm a bad fucking bastard yup I'm fantastic

Four but I'm the Silver Surfer flying through your door

Heard you cryin' for the war Im'a try to serve you more

Madchilds a dope man leave you lying on the floor

Damn chicken heads get their feathers all ruffled up

Put the potato on the pound sound muffled up

We can get it on like Samoans and Tongans

Or we can get to war like the angels and mongols

Black mask over my face, I get em

Four-five stuck on my waist, I hit em

Beat a hater up till he dum dum diddum

Swollen and La Coka don't fuck with em

So ladies and ah forget it were not gentlemen

I roll up in a stolen car come hop in with them

Hand me a pill bottle I dump it and pop ten of them

Give me some booze, I sip juice like Rakim and them

I got a fuse that's too short and a noose that's too long

Feeling I could do no wrong

This invincibility they're convinced is killing me

Has essentially gotten me through any pinch you'll ever see

When my henchmen are with me tensions on the scene

Dreams are being changed a wrench in the machine

One mention of the team leave the masses buzzing

The rebel, you thought you're on my level, you wasnt

Hotter than Ecuador, son brought a metaphor

P-1 I'm ready for war I'm on the front lines

Runs in my bloodline thirsty like lost boys

Big money bounce my accounts keep em offshore

Caribbean breeze there's ten million reasons

Y'all super eight like rich we four seasons

Fine linen, sterling silver, bright brightlen, the lady killer

Black mask over my face, I get em

Four-five stuck on my waist, I hit em

Beat a hater up till he dumb dumb diddum

Swollen and La Coka, don't fuck with em

I started war and bids when y'all was just kids

Came to your town and jumped the fuck around

Stomped out a few of you and fucked your lady

You still married her and you gave her a baby

We were young, we were crazy, we were wild and free

Aint a groupie bitch alive get a child from me

And now you come to the shows and you reminisce

And while she waits for an autograph, you give her a kiss

She slips me a hug and a look that's knowing

If I say get on the bus, baby girl its on

Lyrics keep flowing and flowing and just flowing

Hoes keep hoeing and hoeing and just hoeing

Trees get rollen smoking keep blowing

Coka and Swollen legend keep growing

Fast lane living no time for slowing

Gotta know where you been and watch where you're going

Black mask over my face, I get em

Four-five stuck on my waist, I hit em

Beat a hater up till he dumb dumb diddum

Swollen and La Coka, don't fuck with em