[Verse 1]

The game on tilt Dope House what I built

Beans get spilt and niggas get killed

Sleepin on silk cuz you head got peeled

Caught the hot slug blood spillin like milk

King of the Hill baby momma named Jill

Naw I aint trippin uhh maybe just a lil

Peace to Big Will up in what Mackadosious

Butt naked hoes's doing my promotions

Rats n roaches baseball coaches

That was '82 now I stay by the ocean

In a 3 story while I while I read all this

Jap on my lap ass flat like Sigourny's

She so horny outside its stormy

Get my hydro from a nigga named Georgie

Purple n sticky smoke like a hippie

In the game throwed till you hoes come and get me



[Chorus: JC ad libs]



[Verse 2]

I spit from the neck once again I'm a wreck

I like chicken salad with the what vinegrette

Like my girl sassy southern and sexy

Creep in my jet ski they tryin to arrest me

Im like Pesci in that movie Goodfellas

I hang with dope sellers dear God can you help us

Roll a lil forest for the ones who went before us

Nigga you aint ballin take them 20's off that Taurus

Appologizin momma I'm so sorry about the past

For everytime I didnt clean the house and cut the grass

Or the time I threw up on your brand new couches

Or the time you caught me cooking up them 9 ounces

Drug dealing son aint much to be proud of

My only fucking goal was to sew the whole town up

I promised to get out of the game so many times

Is hard to explain so I wrote these lines



[Chorus: JC ad libs]



[Verse 3]

I put the codeine in my soda pop

Cops lookin at me like I stole the drop

What I cant have things like swing-a-langs

Twelve hundred dollar shirts on plastic hangers

Im a Star li