[Verse: CA JUNTA]
Is so fresh and so clean, but can't profess you a dope fein
Alike more or less to an Olmec, the way your face is always stoned g
Loving Donuts like J Dilla, that's a project for endorphins
Hoe said she a fashion deala oh well then send me more jeans
Going 8 for 8 in the game, hopefully all 24 like I'm Kobe
Skinny man 128, but when I got my racks, I am obese
Ever since Aug', I've been on a couple months of unpaid leave
It's been rough like football turf in the 80s, just saying
'Member when my pops would steal so we could watch Despicable Me
Now, in a few Novembers, I'll be like Sully, the cribs will descend on me
Still be cautious to not be corrupted like bishop with magazines
I guess that's when the juice truly fell from the apple tree
Fucked up once, and now they tryna take me to court
Don't regret it tho I'd still slap the shit out that dork
Fans all been asking the same thing, man, we want more, we bored
Not talking about gin, but pour me a quart
Cutting to the chase, running to the base ain't no break in this sport
From SoCal, but I still got love for people way in the north
& bay aswell,we still bumpin that E-40 & Andre throwin (Westside)
Golden State but rollin Green, you know what we smokin (Get high)
Last part to the women who's middle name's Michelle
I own you my heart and I wish that all is well
Know me and my sister sometimes throw darts & give you hell
Know we miss a lotta people, but we'll still prevail
Cuz at the end of the day, mom we gotta relax
And always be prepared for future attacks, that's that