Might pop trunk, might pop another seal
Swang and I swerve, make the pen pay the bills
Million dollar hands, million dollar skills
Hundred thousand fingers RIP to the real
That Robert Earl Davis always make me shed a tear
The only thing changed is the color and the year
That gold over chrome, hundred wire wheels
Joint in my hand while I'm grippin' on the steel
I let the dice hang, while I swang around the hills
A playa breakin' necks, everything standin' still
This soul a rare sight, everybody know the deal
You better catch a glimpse of the playa while he here
She got me fienin' for that pussy, she my ecstasy
She tell me she can't sleep unless she next to me
Yeah I put her through the rain she my destiny
My shawty keep it true, keep it extra G
Ridin' down south, sippin' Texas tea
With that Screw up in the deck, sittin' leather seats
I parlay to C.A., for the best of trees
Can see I got it from the mud, that's why I'm extra clean