Yeah it's a picture; yeah it's a job

Maybe that's why I do it so odd

Walk around just like I was god

Kick it so live, when I'm with the gods

Freeway strikin', we be lightin'

If I die, remember the titan

22's, 25's, Chocolate 9's and 45's

Let em rip, all through the sky

This for the ones that hate that I'm high

When you see me, it's no surprise

Tap your brain, and blow your mind

Bettin on Lakers, and takers and fakers, and
makers

And mami we do it for paper

You come with the vapors and capers for papers

Its cool, someone I'll call later

Chorus:

Me and my homies, love the bottle

Like Tyson loves Cus D'amato

So on them days you feelin' real bad

Think of the best week that you've ever had

Garlic tipped, and they love to hollow

Like Tyson loves Cus D'amato

So before you go to gettin' mad

Think of the best week that you've ever had

She like the Nikes, I like the 'didas

She like the Reeboks, and I like the Filas

She like the winners, and I like the cheaters

She like the lion, I like the hyenas

Spit some game, then hook up with Shaq

On the Playstation, I'm known to brag

Hook up with pimps that love the cash

Man you should see how we giggle and laugh

With of hearts of ice, the house is cold

Its like Slick Rick, without the gold

This right here is the life we chose

No excuses just go for gold

There's no producing, this perfect pose

Hit the street in the freshest clothes

Rip the stage, and bless the shows

Spit the flows, and hit the do'

Chorus #2:

Most of my homies, love the bottle

Like Tyson loves Cus D'amato

So on them days you feelin' real bad

Think of the best week that you've ever had

Garlic tipped, and they love to hollow

Like Tyson loves Cus D'amato

So before you go to gettin' mad

Think of the best week that you've ever had

Don't tell me twice, I'm out the door

Talk is not what I came here for

Into the night, like the star by the moon

The engine will rev, and the bass will go boom

Just like the pirate that sailed the seas

13 thieves I do believe

Yes of course they run with me

Flash our rings, or that there freak

Hot to handle, and hard to get

Easy to rip, and hard to fix

So rap your presence, I'll spit the gift

Man you my homie, we'll split the spliff

Ride like a maniac

All in the Cadillac

Tiga, whateva

I'm draped in leather

With angel wings, that rip the wind

And a safety grin of a p-210

Chorus #3:

Cuz all my homies love the bottle

Like Tyson loves Cus D'amato

So before you go to gettin' mad

Think of the best week that you've ever had

Guns they lust, and they love to hollow

So before you go to gettin' mad

Think of the best week that you've ever had

...Like Tyson loves Cus

[Talking]

This life of ours, this is a wonderful life

If you can get through life and get away with it,
hey that's great

But it's very, unpredictable

There are so many ways you can screw it up