* [Verse 1]  Desperado always drinkin' out the bottle  Young hyena with the HK hollow point staple spray  Turf tight soil block warrior from the avenue  Mean muggin' like I'm mad at you  Boiler make Baker's whiskey mixed in with my brew  Celebratin' smoking Mendocino bud this is the lifestyle of a thug  A hooligan a heathen wolverine everybody on my team got a triple beam  Tossin' candy to the dope fiends  Million dollar spot million dollar dreams  Four or five different colored techa-marines  Yellow diamonds and stones and two-way pager phones  Plushed out SUV's smokin Leprechaun  Flowers in the back seat watchin' Austin Powers with the windows up  Lost tryin' to get where we gettin'  Talking to the operator on my OnStar system    [Chorus x2]  This is the lifestyle that I choose  We smoke tweed get ki'd all day and drink brews  Which of these rap stars fart, shit, burp and get paper  Spray myself with sucka repellent and shake haters    [Verse 2]  Every morning I got to have a nice fat joint and a hot bubble bath  Wrapped in a Backwood or a Zig-Zag  Eyes red like a broad on a rag  My pants sag down past my waistline with the vive  When I leave the coffee table got my nine by my spine  Funkin' like its goin' out of style  Mo' beef than a cow speakin ebonics  Evonics and broken English from Venus  Intelligent hoodlums and geniuses  From the inner city Al Capones and Frank Nittys  From the ruler to the tutor hubba heada shoota  In the back for a hubble rock or crack    [Chorus x2]    [Verse 3]  See uh I just look like this but I'm really about my scratch  See what it is I want the po-pos to think that  I'm just as square as a box of apple jacks  I shoot craps drive GMC Avalanches and EXT Cadillacs  If you snooze you lose I know you got a lot a trust in your dudes  But check for traps and clues nobodys playin' by the rules anymore  Not even the people that made 'em up  My hood is corrupted and full of infidel one poverty  Not too much faithfulness mostly all betrayal  Mostly all my folks are dead or locked away in jail  Speakin' about some people that I miss  Tijuana Carter, Ricardo Slay and Lisa Smith  Fred, Tito, Pat and Kobe and OG dead brother Fab the big homie  Hillside representin' this to the fullest  And all my homies locked down pullin' bullets    [Chorus x3]    Uhhhhhhh!