Jelly Bean Colored Suits

I wear clothes that'll circle the globe

And write raps that make you powder your nose

I'm like a baritone

I take a Vegas trip, man that's my favorite

I hit the strip like a sailor comin off the ship

I'm in the back of the car like a mafia don

Blowin weed wearin Louis Vuitton

I'm like a diamond out of Africa in the Cheesecake Factory

Talkin loud like a pastor be

I got wings that birds don't have

And I fly like a bird don't fly in the midnight killin hour

I give my life to the holy Quoran

But it's way behind the God of Khan in the soul of Mulan

Step back as I roll the bomb

You might text, but I won't respond

It's the blue berry, I'm goin 90 down Seminary

Bumpin Is-cari-est because I'm so damn fresh, shit

I wear rings like a young Slick Rick

And if I pawn em I can buy a brick, feel me on that

I crack a smile like a cracked bottle

I talk shit to all the pole dance strip models

I smoke weed like I won't get caught

I drive my car like I'm sellin a yacht

I always ask baby what she got

I always ask baby what you got

I'm always askin baby what you got, give it to me

I shoot through like the free throw

I'm not hidin but people try to find me like Nemo

I wear the Sean John, the new white wine

I'm from Frisco, Balco and Barry Bonds

Man let me roll the chronic

Goin up, somethin like hydraulics

I be shoppin on Market

And yo anything fly in my sight is my target

I like cars with the fresh leather

I like em real tough so I gotta call em Floyd Mayweather

I eat the gummy bears, buy shoes in double pairs

Wife beaters under my shirt is what I gotta wear

I chew Now & Laters, wear alligators

Be at the parties where you see all the ballplayers

Fillmore days, Tahoe nights

And I be rappin just to raise up the coke price

My closet looks like jellybeans

From all the colorful suits that I got from the Phillipines