[Verse 1]   Now I'm so high and I'm so fly   My gear's on deck my beard ain't growed yet   I'm so on point, I'm so on one   This is how we do it here in Philaphornia   'Sco mack, toe back   The one y'all love to blow back   I got five fingers it ain't no riddle   Why the only one showin is the one in the middle   Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the dog   Going at it over kibble out in the backyard   I drink Yak hard, y'all act hard   Now I gotta cut ya up like a MAC card   Everybody packin a strap to spark   But don't everybody want to scrap this ball   I'm old school wit it, no tool wit it   Head up till we fed up that's hard   Smooth sailin'      Ba da pa pa pa pa pa   Ba da pa pa pa   I got the ladies sayin   Ba da pa pa paaaa   Hell I even got my momma singing   Badia, She sayin   Badia, Yeah   Badia-ia-ia-ia-ia   Big Sco singin, Ba da pa pa paaaa   My big bro singing      [Verse 2]   You know you got me movin   I know you feel my music   I show my G influence   All I do is spit fluid   I'm rollin dippin smashin   I'm throwin Young Assassin   I'm growin up real fast and   All I know is flow and rappin   They call me Young Roscoe the Philly Fanatic   Silly sporadic dippin in traffic grippin the matic   Sharp as a guillotine, still a teen   The California sun just beamin as I lean   Pull out my cigarettes fiendin for nicotine   Straight off the Philly scene made for the silver screen   In a beamer foot on the gasoline   Tell me I ain't the flyest MC you seen   And it's all smooth sailin'      Ba da pa pa pa pa pa   Ba da pa pa pa   I got the homies singin   Ba da pa pa paaaa   Hell I even got my papa singin   Badia, He sayin   Badia, Yeah   Badia-ia-ia-ia-ia   I got the world singin, Ba da pa pa paaaa   I got ya girl singin      [Verse 3]   Y-A high blazed step to us you get five fades   I got four homies ain't none of 'em simple   Sco-dizzle known to make the microphone sizzle   So many women after the mack   I'ma just pick one (sup) and smash in my mama 'lac   Accurate immaculate bachelor cake smasher   Def Jeff let me borrow the keys to break masters   Young and I'm buck wild labelled as a love-child   Runnin 'em up while laying hella cuts down   I get the club shut down with this thug style   I puff clouds and touch crowds, what now?   Sick rhymes strychnine runnin through my bloodline   Pedal to the metal with one time behind me   My head's spinnin like a windmill   Rollin down the 101 countin dead bugs on my windshield   Smooth sailin'      Ba da pa pa pa pa pa   Ba da pa pa pa   I got the people singin   Ba da pa pa paaaa   Hell I even got my sister singin   Badia, She singin   Badia, Yeah   Badia-ia-ia-ia-ia   Big 'Sco singin, Ba da pa pa paaaa   My big bro singin