Letras
Two wise guys in no disguise
Strictly bona fide
The baddest of man trippin' off them psychs
Zoned out of my mind
The Eye gotta be de-calcified
In order to ride
In the platinum E39 flying by
Po' po' lights
Duckin' & dodging
We bob & weaving
You try to reach it
Don't be believing
What you be hearing
Deaf blind diseases
She dying to meet us
Talking 'bout how she love flamingos
Infatuated by the way I think
But I don't need her
The head receiver
No people pleaser
That shit is lethal
Losing sense of your own reality
Visit the reaper
The gifted teacher amongst the feeble
Under the needle
Addicted to contradictions
Stop bitchin
Follow the leader
Ran the light
Made a right on Roscoe
I had to throttle
Couple P's of Gelato
Empty bottles with a model
Check the motto
You know the slogan
It's on my chest like Hogan's
But pounding like I'm Stone Cold'n
Cheifing like Joe Rogan
Mr. Mojo Risin
Strategizing new enterprises
We keep the prices in wise disguises
So they can't find us
Original steelo
Pen is lethal you feel the ether
Couple drops of these doses
Is all it takes to feel it creepin'