) HOL-LA {Verse Two} Yeah, my whole entire mindstate deeper than astronomy and mathematics like Galileo Smash you niggaz like mashed potato Back when niggaz used to rock Ballys and
a century eventually Ya fly high schemes will leave you winglessYou hate us No need to differently a tallFrequentely, Not I know bequently Much comfortablySit back and
we and the crew And at 2 o' clock the girls'll pass through That Suave Dawg game, and it's more than a few The G-shorts and the tank tops'll do With they
a fiendin cassanova and now I discover Another lover who let me kiss her and hug her and rub her and love her thinkin of her, and wanna do this and
Got a bitch name Jessica that would challenge any competitor And come back with the highest grade of weed the hell with the replica And when my grandfather
[Pops] Hey, hey old bean And you to baby sweetness Yeah, this is Pops, and I'm back in the studio And I didn't have to break in this time I'm back as
would roll up in a Cadillac And matta-fact, she couldn't see him like a cataract And on the track, she went from beautiful to battleaxe And back at home
Take Ya Grip Niggaz WestCoast Guerillas Stop Shaking Strip Niggaz Make It Crack Put This Smash Down Take It Back Westcoast Gangbang Music Auqua Boogie Ape And
bout life and all o that then we dap. "Check you out tomorrow night, I'll be back" Grab a beadie and light it, turn the key and start driving back off into the night and
a human's. They shed tears at the wintered turn of the centuries. Don't you hear this wasted cry, Life is over you (Mummy come back 'cause the water
for the summer, I keeps it comin I'm in the undercover scraping the back against the craw And this is for my G's and my locs and doggz [chorus: Soopafly
me and the homie chop and blaze with the homie bumpin TI you don't know me Now dat's gangsta nigga keep on how we stomp and mash quick to get in that
and took back her heart And she left me standing silly in the dark with a mic Caught up in expressions and learning lessons of depression Sometimes it
a latch key delinquent daily runnin' the street And every time I look back I think of just anotha challenge Holidays and birthdays grim still I managed To key a smile making life fun And
my friends and get wise with myself Cause I'm impaired with the spare and all you sucka MCs So be yourself and flow it easy keep it tight like dungarees And grab this
. These other niggaz know I'm wet crack baby, yes. Get back get back boy it's a set back, Clumsy ass niggaz slip and fall into a death trap. Them
on these dummies Deal or no deal I got a briefcase full of money Jahlil on the beat, Will hosting this shit And it's T-Lanez, Ink, Meek, and Los in this
the century But I know I'm American by the coins I carry And that's fucking scary Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah And even the worn wigged hard