歌手:Pouya
专辑:《Greatest Hits, Vol. 3》

Ya dig?
Will Snow on the beat *****
Lil Harsh, Boobie Lootaveli aka Lil Baby Bogota
Mr Colored Coordination, the Fat Fabio
Tiburon Durado, Caramel Dynamite
The Tan Jason Statham, Speedboat Randy
Life on our terms, lil harsh, ya dig?
One lick, two sticks, three hit, four clips
I ain't got time to be dealing with no hoe s**t
Hunnit round drum and it speaking no sense
Hunnit round drum, wetting up your whole s**t
Jump in the coupe candy yam interior
Throw the mask on like I’m Rey Mysterio
Pull up to your block hoe, what's your dealio?
Circle got small like a god damn Cheerio
Raise the price up, you don't know no better
Ice cold, neck froze, need about four sweaters
She a big **** eater, well known go getter
I splash on the *****, big white girl stepper
Walk in the trap, turn the wifi on
Turn the lights down low, totin’ pipes and poles
And her waist real small, but her ass on swole
I don't preach no gang 'cause it's sold not told
Shout out to the gang, we ain't saying names, yeah
I was somewhere up the road in a paper plate, yeah
Keep your mind on a swivel when you making plays, yeah
'Fore the feds take you somewhere you don't wanna stay, yeah
Jump in the coupe candy yam interior
Throw the mask on like I'm Rey Mysterio
Pull up to your block hoe, what’s your dealio?
Circle got small like a god damn Cheerio
Hands to yourself, don’t touch my leather
Good drink, big cups, .44, cold weather
Drop a coupe, six zips, I don't think I measure
Sitting low in the coupe, gave me high blood pressure
Dip through the block, dodging cops round s**t
I maneuver through the field like my name Mike Vick
Sell pale when I wake, then I load my stick
I’m not doing so bad for a ****** up spick
Go and get your cake, this is not a race, yeah
Don't be sorry, hoe be careful, get up out my face, yeah
Don't be talking to them people when they at your place, yeah
They gon' give your ass an option you don’t wanna take, yeah
Jump in the coupe candy yam interior
Throw the mask on like I'm Rey Mysterio
Pull up to your block hoe, what's your dealio?
Circle got small like a god damn Cheerio
What's the deal?
Boobie up the heater like it's winter time
You ain't talking about that cold heart
But that's a waste of my, clout
Demons are waste of my
I just faced to whatever the **** you gave me
Now I'm wasted now
Give me the keys I'm leaving
Got no destination or reason neither
How the **** I fit three hoes in a two seater?
I'm like a genius, Jesus wearing Adidas
Underground Underdog can't be defeated
I'm a cult leader, help me feed a bad *****, beat it, yeah
One lick, two sticks, three hit, four clips
I ain't got time to be dealing with no hoe s**t
Hunnit round drum and it speaking no sense
Hunnit round drum, wettin' up your whole s**t