Woke up this morning, smoked some sticky green to get me started   Chocolate thai, all in my eye, I'm never broken-hearted   Bang us in ya cars, bang us in ya Jeep bang that shit retarded   Bob Digi, Sun Zeini, P Sunn, 12 O'Clock   Two On Da Road on this 12 O'Clock   I love my brother to death that old hip-hop   Catch this, Hot Nix', you know? Big tits      I love my brother to death, nigga pussy to the rest   Shared a pair of Guess and an Eddie Bauer vest   A bitch named Celeste, I met her when I was goin' to cash   Def Jam cheques, she had some big ass breasts   I had to catch her like a short stop on the Mets   I nigga high off a dime from Gates and Best      Remember grandmother leavin' new with Selects   I remember Dirty Dog crashed his white Lex   I remember me and Meth in a dice game against Ghost and Deck   I remember Portland had Clyde Drex', remember 12 O'Clock is a vet   Big Dogs we put 'em to sleep and keep 'em on a leash   I move like days in a week   Niggaz don't know to face the names on my teeth   Niggaz carry a cold piece and separate the heat   Ain't scared of the motherfuckin' police      Yo, yo, guns jammed up, I'm crammed up in my lab   Six niggaz, six bitches, two thirds of 8 eight bag   One toilet, three weedheads, an alcoholic   And two niggaz hooked on pussy   And in the corner, was this brother who would study his lessons   And learned how operate the Smith and the Wesson   Still cut class and played hookey   Two fresh men from garbage can gave him nookies      Rolled the back of the bus with a gun in his socks   Big forehead, had ears like Spock   He was mightier than a truck load of gats   And bound to make a bitch come in six minutes flat   What up kid? Stay livin'   Seen you look good, you look live in ya linen   And you survived ninth innin'   The hood got us off the prop without women   All my niggaz that provide and ride to the end of this      Ain't nothin' but the real, yeah   Ain't nothin' but the real   Ain't nothin' but the real, yeah   Million dollar deals, rollin' on Chrome Wheels   Yeah, uh huh, yeah   Ain't nothin' but the real   [Incomprehensible] word up? Yeah, uh huh      We gamble the dice, remain humble   Scramble through the jungle of life   While I rumble with the foul and trife   Shots fired on the block in threes like Glen Rice   Make men think twice about the sacrifice   Black or white, write it for the world to hear   Write it for my fam who not here, who do care   Glance and stare, why, when you can't compare?   From the bottom of my feet, to the end of my hair      Move rear, cop the blue steel bare, groove to the snare   Bass and drums, see my face in the slums   Pedia Brown, media surround my sound   When you see me in the hood of ya town, respect my sound   Sample with black, criminal, chemical rap   Assemblin' hat, laced in a suit from Phat   Two on da road, got them bitches screamin', "Who Dat?"   Two with the plaques, two with the gats, it's like that      Woke up this morning, smoked some sticky green to get me started   Chocolate thai, all in my eye, I'm never broken-hearted   Bang us in ya cars, bang us in ya Jeep, bang that shit retarded   Two on da road, Bobby Digital, he's a gangsta   No, no, no, no, no, no, no, livin' it up, livin' it up, oh, no no no   Bang us in ya jeeps shaolin! Bobby Digital   Uh-huh, Sunn who? Yeah      Woke up this morning, smoked some sticky green to get me started   Chocolate thai, all in my eye, I'm never broken-hearted   (Get this money y'all)   Bang us in ya cars, bang us in ya Jeep, bang that shit retarded   (Get that money y'all, get that money y'all)   (Shout in pain)   Two on da road, Bobby Digital, he's a gangsta, no, no, no, no, no, no   (Seven days in a week, cocoa hazin', cocoa hazin')   (Seven days in a week, seven days in a week)