I gotta palomino horse with versacci saddle  ima cocaine cowboy with crops n cattle  half dog and jackal pop Don like snapple  got my first paycheck when i robbed the randall's  flow hot like campbell's change broads like channels  two or three at time cuz we all just mammals  the songs i sample bought my mom a castle  bought pops a fuckin non filter box of camels  comp soft n fragile get stomped and trampled  while they bitch in my car tryna bob for apples  sport glocks in flannels with the common vandals  takin hits off homemade bong with handles  its a lawless battle as my toughts unravel  pull my gun and like eggs niggaz dodge and scramble  still lost in travel and my hearts in shambles  while the seeds in my weed snap pop n crackle      Chorus:x2  Who fuks with the rhyme of the dope house mind  who shines in the dark in these end of times  line after line who keep it the realest  (Carolyn:) Only u cuz the others to scared to live it      I do videos with a bunch of pretty hoes  in a benz wearin K-mart dickie clothes  give a toast listen close to dat nigga Los  when we was hungry Mom would say "Get the fishin poles"  really thou back when I sported chilli bowls  and used to dream about rappin on Jenny Jones  my city thowed stop actin lik u didnt kno  gettin rich n we still screamin "Gimme mo!"  in the props gotta stay on ya tippy toes  they tryda kill me few bullets came really close  now tha bitch is froze twisted in a wicked pose  and his toes colda than my Michelobs  diggin holes lik ima tryna find some hidden gold  he got nice shoes, wonda if i fit on those?  the sickest flows, I got guns dat can kill a ghost  at the club wearin dead man's Kenneth Coles      Chorus:x2      Candy blue 5 parka and a moonlight sparka  let me tell ya bout the life of a pure white rocka  a true live balla, might cruise my 'pala  or just soak in the sun and take poolside calla  its the hood fly talka and if you lik drama  ima da rappa dat'll rap ya in a two-ply potna  with fruit flies gonna my ginsu knife sharpa  den dat thang they was swangin at the Luke Skywalka  listen boo, I gotta notta screw tight on tha  fukin brain that aint been sane since a cute shy toddla  my new nine's hotta than a july jogga  or even me on the news sayin "Oooh hi Momma"  neva knew my fatha til i grew quite larga  but by the i was ten walkin through high water  Old dude tried harda then a suicide bomba  Im like "Dad is too late, Ima foo, why botha"    Chorus:x4    these lyrics are submitted by Spooky