Gamble on Ya Boy

It's good to be back

Y'all won't believe this tonight, see

Everybody think Hollywood is what you read, hear about

And it's a drag, it's rough out there

Cause see you got a lot of phonies out there (ay, roll that up man)

Everybody wanna be a star

Ay, Madlib

You a fool for this, Madlib

Give me them dice, I don't roll snake eyes

I don't roll with fake dudes, I don't roll with fake guys

Gamble on ya boy, it's a sure shot bet

I'm the best of the vets, I'm the best in the West

Give me them dice, I don't roll snake eyes

I don't roll with fake dudes, I don't roll with fake guys

Gamble on ya boy, it's a sure shot bet

I'm the best of the vets, I'm the best in the West

Defari Heru, nickname Money Morten

In the seal grey Porsche and a Gucci bucket sportin'

Venice Beach glasses looking like two hundred dollars

Ay, I'm ghetto swap meet, but a well-known scholar

King told me, Cousin, just let the top drop

This summer when it's hot, ay, we're both gon' squat

Holla, holla, holla, like that dude on Chappelle

And no time, no era has Defari ever fell

Off like a light switch in the down position

I be spitin', I be shitin', any beat I be pissing on

I just devastate that y'all piece of a hater

I can feed your horse mouth cuz I got a haymaker

I walk through the street like a tiger in the jungle

Keep all lose change, but prefer tight bundles

Of carrots that can fill up the Sepulveda Tunnel

OD from a keg, from a 40, or a funnel

Give me them dice, I don't roll snake eyes

I don't roll with fake dudes, I don't roll with fake guys

Gamble on ya boy, it's a sure shot bet

I'm the best of the vets, I'm the best in the West

Give me them dice, I don't roll snake eyes

I don't roll with fake dudes, I don't roll with fake guys

Gamble on ya boy, it's a sure shot bet

I'm the best of the vets, I'm the best in the West

Defari Heru, nickname Nat Turner

On probation, had to get rid of the fat burner

But believe when I'm off, Imma get him then I got him

I can dump at a chump with a life threatening problem

Mr. Defari, nickname thorough bread

Tell a chick take her time, give me thorough head

I blaze any stage, any crowd I amaze

I'm a star, so in the sky don't have to gaze

Love being free, fuck countin' the days

Soul brother to the grave, Frankie Beverly and Maze

I roll with the black like sharks roll in a packs

But I don't roll with cats that try to hold us back

Many, many flights, many tours, many nights

Still never drank Coors, still never snort white

I check cheese, cheese don't check me

I'm a muthafuckin' G for the Gs, ask EV

Give me them dice, I don't roll snake eyes

I don't roll with fake dudes, I don't roll with fake guys

Gamble on ya boy, it's a sure shot bet

I'm the best of the vets, I'm the best in the West

Give me them dice, I don't roll snake eyes

I don't roll with fake dudes, I don't roll with fake guys

Gamble on ya boy, it's a sure shot bet

I'm the best of the vets, I'm the best in the West

Yup, so this is what y'all wanted, huh?

That Likwit shit, huh?

That Likwit... shit, huh?

Madlib

Your boy, Defari

Likwit Crew from the cradle to the grave, yeah

Big shots to all Dilated Peoples crew

Expansion Team Soundsystem

Likwit Junkies crew

Ay, Swift

Yeah boy, it's what I'm talking about

Likwit forever my nigga, yeah that