They leave the city behind us
Straight outta Compton
You need a compass to find us
Waters that blue when people called me "Your highness"
Prince of Zamunda, you get in tune with the lions
Away from the rumors and those who assume what I am
Parked onto Hollywood to Hawaiian
Bitches, I'm in the reach of 90 degree climate
It's me, beautiful sounds at CCYN's
Mm, cheer CLK slash G Wagon drivin'
I'm a L-A-M-B-O hoppin' out, cool on auto pilot
Smooth-ass babies' bottoms with Johnson baby powder
Hey coward, suck a big dick with AIDS on the tip
No homo, y'all just make me sick
I'm ready for war
I got my riffle, my sword
Blueprint mapped out, this is what it's all about
But for now cop a sweet out in Singapore
Piña colada with umbrella straws I'm tellin' y'all
This is Big K nigga
Big clip in broad day nigga
Big K, wave it your way nigga
Nigga I'm gone
Nigga I'm ghost
'Bout to touchdown on a whole 'nother coast
Jumpin' off planes
Hoppin' on boats
Gon' throw it up
Then nigga let's toast
Nigga I'm gone
Nigga I'm ghost
'Bout to touchdown on a whole 'nother coast
Jumpin' off planes
Hoppin' on boats
Even when I'm gone, know my heart's still close
Out the hood
Now I'm walkin' through that white sand
With some Latin women who any watchin' them belly dance (ow)
I got a belly ache, I'm eatin' too fast (g-yeah)
I can't slow down, they force feedin' me the cash (ah)
I got a big appetite so I chow down (down)
Pocket full of hundreds, fuck it I'm a boss now
I make boss moves
Bitch I'm overseas
Fuckin' on four bitches, blowin' foreign trees
Amsterdam, maybe Oslo, Norway
I'd do me, I give a damn what a whore say (nah)
True P pinstripes like Jorge
Yankees fitted on blinds through the doorway
Ha, yeah I'm back on that gully shit
Number one hustler to get money wit'
N. Jersey Devil, yeah you heard me
But you givin' out the trust, I gained it early
Exit out this fake shit, no thrills
Gotta, get back to reality, travellin' through the hills (g-yeah)
Bitch I'm out of here
Deuces, peace
Pendejo, carajo, adiós, capiche?
Nigga I'm gone
Nigga I'm ghost
'Bout to touchdown on a whole 'nother coast
Jumpin' off planes
Hoppin' on boats
Gon' throw it up
Then nigga let's toast
Nigga I'm gone
Nigga I'm ghost
'Bout to touchdown on a whole 'nother coast
Jumpin' off planes
Hoppin' on boats
Even when I'm gone, know my heart's still close
Straight outta Compton
You need a compass to find us
Waters that blue when people called me "Your highness"
Prince of Zamunda, you get in tune with the lions
Away from the rumors and those who assume what I am
Parked onto Hollywood to Hawaiian
Bitches, I'm in the reach of 90 degree climate
It's me, beautiful sounds at CCYN's
Mm, cheer CLK slash G Wagon drivin'
I'm a L-A-M-B-O hoppin' out, cool on auto pilot
Smooth-ass babies' bottoms with Johnson baby powder
Hey coward, suck a big dick with AIDS on the tip
No homo, y'all just make me sick
I'm ready for war
I got my riffle, my sword
Blueprint mapped out, this is what it's all about
But for now cop a sweet out in Singapore
Piña colada with umbrella straws I'm tellin' y'all
This is Big K nigga
Big clip in broad day nigga
Big K, wave it your way nigga
Nigga I'm gone
Nigga I'm ghost
'Bout to touchdown on a whole 'nother coast
Jumpin' off planes
Hoppin' on boats
Gon' throw it up
Then nigga let's toast
Nigga I'm gone
Nigga I'm ghost
'Bout to touchdown on a whole 'nother coast
Jumpin' off planes
Hoppin' on boats
Even when I'm gone, know my heart's still close
Out the hood
Now I'm walkin' through that white sand
With some Latin women who any watchin' them belly dance (ow)
I got a belly ache, I'm eatin' too fast (g-yeah)
I can't slow down, they force feedin' me the cash (ah)
I got a big appetite so I chow down (down)
Pocket full of hundreds, fuck it I'm a boss now
I make boss moves
Bitch I'm overseas
Fuckin' on four bitches, blowin' foreign trees
Amsterdam, maybe Oslo, Norway
I'd do me, I give a damn what a whore say (nah)
True P pinstripes like Jorge
Yankees fitted on blinds through the doorway
Ha, yeah I'm back on that gully shit
Number one hustler to get money wit'
N. Jersey Devil, yeah you heard me
But you givin' out the trust, I gained it early
Exit out this fake shit, no thrills
Gotta, get back to reality, travellin' through the hills (g-yeah)
Bitch I'm out of here
Deuces, peace
Pendejo, carajo, adiós, capiche?
Nigga I'm gone
Nigga I'm ghost
'Bout to touchdown on a whole 'nother coast
Jumpin' off planes
Hoppin' on boats
Gon' throw it up
Then nigga let's toast
Nigga I'm gone
Nigga I'm ghost
'Bout to touchdown on a whole 'nother coast
Jumpin' off planes
Hoppin' on boats
Even when I'm gone, know my heart's still close
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