The nigga had a pair of old Air Impalenisias on   Oh shit, the nigga had a pair of Air Christen Slater's   Rebel I, slay the max, it's really Digital   Rockin' the latest in, every day comin' at niggaz   Rockin' the latest in Ben Stillaways   Fuck that, the next big thing, lay this as Hollywood niggaz   Now that's a money thing   Yo yo      I was Dashing through the hood   Eighteens with the whip, smoke gray   Leavin' skid marks on five-oh, smokin' all the way   Hahaha   With my all-star team, bitches see our shine   Yo son we gotta make that cream whether raps or Nixon times      They call me Rollie, watch me polly with the wide body Dinali   Packed the bad hottie, rocked enough ice to play hockey   I swarm like paparazzi, she popped a wheelie on the candy apple Kawasaki   Everything is sloppy, philosophical for those who copy   I'll probably splash her tonight, don't block   Sippin' on Lime Bacardi got me toxy   Plus the Cali 'dro holdin' me, I'm 'bout to 'scape like the Roxy   Ever property, Monopoly, big shotti   Snatch the cream, whether in the concert hall or in the lobby   Used to be a hobby, got me duckin' Rudy Giulianni   Like I'm still coppin' big eights from papi   Follow me, whether Mardi Gras' or house party   It's wild like safari, ain't mean to catch the body   But had 'em wobbly off the first blow, tryin' to knock me      I'm known to pump ya blood like the theme song to Rocky   Kamikaze, might karate chop ya head like a naughty   Dread then call myself Collar Ratsi   Professionally trained, I am for your artery   I give the autographs but charge for photography   Not hardly kid, you awkward God body   You'se a carbon copy, just started to rock Wallys   Spark the broccoli, spaz off this ghetto opery   Or catch the hot seat, you're bawty boy without ya posse   Seen      Come, come, come   One for the dough, son   Give me the reasons      Come, come, come   One for the dough, son   Give me the reasons      Come, come, come   One for the dough, son   Give me the reasons      Come, come, come   One for the dough, son   Give me the reasons      They couldn't get me, watch me move swiftly   Broke the unmarked fifty with this cabby who was a gypsy   He stayed tipsy, said he loved his bills crispy   Drivin' the streets he kept heat on the night, shifty   Quickly, who ring bells like it's twelve on Sunday?   While the stage catch shells from forceful gunplay   Mere fact that the track was a fierce counterattack   All those who couldn't multiply were sent back   No tanks, low rank, soldiers hittin' the heart   Tainted the heart of an empire, was torn apart   Brought to a halt from a front full assault   The chemist left the lab with undetermined results   They saw the swordsman sift electrical volts   The audience threw nuts with loose screws and bolts   The archives automatically changed ya stiff vibes   It was layin' in the zip drive from chest five      Come, come, come   One for the dough, son   Give me the reasons      Come, come, come   One for the dough, son   Give me the reasons      Come, come, come   One for the dough, son   Give me the reasons      Come, come, come   One for the dough, son   Give me the reasons