I'm cruisin I'm losin money on gas

I pass a car with a star in it I stare

For a minute but that's the limit

Otherwise gas won't be the only thing

I'm losin' money too...ooh wee! It's

Tuesday two days after the weekend

Imagine if the weekend was a day for

Weak minded men anyway

I re take my train of thought I bought

a fat sack and I'm happy cause I got nappy

Soldiers in my crew ya through if

You don't learn so I learnt, that I'm burnt

I ran into my homie, yeah wassup?

At least I thought he was, but then I caught

the buzz that he was talkin behind my back

From his girl, ain't that Earl? For

Those who can't feel me, Earl means wack

In fact, I had that problem a few times

But I'll just splurge it in a new rhyme, then forget it

Maybe I'll split it in half, or laugh like this...

Ha ha ha... can u feel me?



I faked the funk, and conversated without a doubt

He was a chump, but with clout, I ended my route

at the liquor store and I tried to

buy a Guiness Stout, but I remembered it was nasty

But fools drink it cause it's a hip-hop classy

You can miss me with that trendy drink

Cause they, all make your breath stink, plus

death is linked to all alcohol that Arabians won't let you buy

they keep tellin me my identification is a lie

Why would I, put my face on plastic and in the space

where it says birthdate put "see owner"

fool, I'm a teenage organ donor

So I pick up my I.D. I ain't trippin - why?

Cause I'm high, already, on life

Once again - I'm riding

I'm about to hit the eastside of Oakland

I got my seat belt on so when the heat's felt

From 5.0, I'll turn up the song and start

Singing, "I wish police was a lease

that was up" Can u feel me?



Well it's gettin dark, but it's daylight savings time

Clocks go back, but I stay focused and

ahead cause I wanna be fat, can u feel me?

If you rap I like to fully flex, I like to box

I like breakin bullies necks

I like collecting checks and collecting respect

But I'm not there yet and until then I'll just sell dank - sacks

20's, 10's, I'm drivin the weights to be

prepared in case I meet my fate and I'm always

thinking, "Where will I go when I die?

Will I be underground like I am now

or in the sky?" My man plan B is smilin

cause he can feel me, wassup Jess