Regulators

Can I choose how I live?

Kind of car I should whip?

Kind of job I should get?

Yeah, man, I call bullshit

Oh no, you regulators

We the new regulators (yeah)

Can I choose how I live

Kind of car I should whip?

Kind of job I should get?

Yeah, man, I call bullshit

All of you regulators

We the new regulators (Oh, no, no)

All your new shit sound the same

Guess, now we all do cocaine

Long hair, don't care, guess I'm Cobain

Ain't gonna be no fucking gain if there's no pain

Okay, cut it open, grind it, roll it, load it up

I just need my potion in here

And then kill 'er well, kill 'er well, kill 'er well

Uh, ariagatou

Sunglasses look like I got me Yoko

Attitude look like I'm snatchin' your ho

Mentality far too advanced for that though

Oh, got my own thing you can visit

Used to be on Henny now we just Jamison it

Rockin' like a motherfucker, I ain't got no limit

I'm a headbanger, boy, get wit it

Can I choose how I live?

Kind of car I should whip?

Kind of job I should get?

Yeah, man, I call bullshit

All of you regulators

We the new regulators

Codeine, codeine, yeah we need that

Double cup everywhere we at

Ain't tryin' to feel nothin' but these raps

Y'all sleep, can't C-PAP

Pssh, that's that sht

Whatever you want bruh, pass that shit

They playin' my song bruh, slap that shit

I look like I'm all a fact of fiction

Diction too good when I ain't lit

So I stay lit but can't say the same shit

E'ryone else sayin' the game, spit flames in the ear

She at home playin' wit her clit

Y'all made the blueprint too basic

Bay Boys been busy setting fire to fake sht

Up in the crucible, meltin' this heavy metal

Been bettin' against this forever

Bitchin' it's time to settle

Can I choose how I live?

Kind of car I should whip?

Kind of job I should get?

Yeah, man I call bullshit

All of you regulators

We the new regulators (Oh, no, no, no)

First verse was just to get the basics acclimated

On my level I'm a complicated fellow

Fuck with the sucker who playin' dress up and turn 'em yellow

Son and you puppets are bigger burdens within the ghetto

I rocked and I roll

I black music well

I rap for the soul

That's the funk you smell

Berkeley boy born 'n bred I'm a damn hippie

Augmentine grown and mean in the crack city

Hella dreams 'bout the cream colors

Yao ming yelling loud things making crowds scream it out with me

Don't fit in no box, I'm a box maker

But Rafa, self indulgence can find itself repulsive

You're too well read enough not to showcase intelligence

Do not perpetuate the premise of poverty stricken novelty by

Letting some exec your relevance, boy

Can I choose how I live? (Can I choose how I live?)

Kind of car I should whip? (Kind of car I should whip, whip, whip?

Kind of job I should get? (Kind of job I should get, get, get?)

Yeah, man, I call bullshit

All of you regulators

We the new regulators

Get it on my own

So just leave me alone

When I'm in my zone

Till I'm on my throne

To all you regulators

We're the new regulators

Oh, no, no, no