Cali
West coast
West coast rider music
G shit
For the Gs only motherfucker
This the part where we dust yuh
You mark buster
Hauling out the narks to my thugsters
Nerdy got turnt tops turvy over lunch fund
You heard me? You're not dirty in the function
Get the fuck back, I mean right back
The whole fucking crew know we did it like that
But who's who? (Who's who?) I said who's who?
When figuring the stack I didn't get to know you
Apart from them living in enigma man
The lot keeping never written secrets, fam
I bought every god given inch of land
I sought every god mentioned in this land
There's no consensus, there's only belief
Every book a reboot, a bad show in brief
The core tracks went Derinkuyu
Dvorak writ packs read in frat lairs to fool you
Floaters in each eye, the film grain of the simulation
I'll never take seriously litigation
I only see pride from old guys with spiritual limitations
You'll never be cleared of imitation
The angel in my phone look like Tania Raymonde
The other one, Katerina Tannenbaum, praise god
Praise allah, praise yuh mom
Praise Gojira star on Walk of Fame boulevard
That's proof enough to I that masochism's running the pub
Or the fact that you're on Fetlife asking for munches and subs
Proving booty call's not a synonym for butt dial
One thing doing numbers is pummeling leather chump hires
Kink shamer, Speed Racer
Singing "My Way" in the Philippines with cheap chainmailer
Tell Kidada Jones "Get dada on the phone"
So I can rip Bad and Dirty Diana up with poems
Marion Stokes for daring rhymes, folks
Freaky, like accidentally liking a post
Heart in my mouth for when they get to tripping
They couldn't hit a fucking elephant at this distance
They're Ed, Edd n Eddy with the twitching
The new goth is gangstalk schizophrenic
Big brother watch and past K-12 they won't just simply give you some Ritalin
Wait until your varnish gone
They'll get your temple straight as The Parthenon
Not at all, screwball
Fuck it
That's all