It goes one for the weather, two for the trees Three for the Imapalas, four for the Ds I don't have a job cause I'm employed by the streets I make dope music, my niggas flow to it I bring hope to it, like Ali at the Olympics ... Though my vibe is something different It's live and something rhythmic Might remind you of the Tribe or something near it But I strive for something closer I'm more NWA when they was running through the posters Remember popping up your toaster To get your pop-tart to make it back before commercials? And Family Matters was your curfew When it got canceled did it hurt you? I almost crushed up the changer ... But I had a crush on Topanga And 36 was the Chambers I wish I knew then that hip-hop was endangered What I wouldn't do to save her (... But why wouldn't you just change her?) I'm all out of tears like I'm M.J. Blige Don't wanna be LeBron or what MJ was Cube go (ooh), and BIG say (ahh) ... And yesterday was a good day Drove it to the pad and I'm coastin' New fresh tee, pair of kicks and a Oakland And just yesterday some dude came up and asked me Where I was performing, I told him "nigga that was last week" No question, gave him a handshake and showed this girl some affection So I can run up in her section I'm at Leimert Park, the intersection I really love head and into sexin' And we getting chips like keno And hitting all them girls in skinny jeans that dress emo Live in high-def, no TiVo Ladies love Dom, that blackberry-dash, T-Mo' And she know exactly where I be though Right in front of Earl's, Player's Punch with the Fritos Undefeated cool, so cool like Tebow I should win a Heisman just for rhyming on these beats so Reload, fifteen in the clip Cause I don't want my mom so sick like Ne-Yo My sister found Nemo, I found some old Premo Tell Big I love the do' but I ain't never rolled cee-lo Leimert Park styling, D's with low mileage She is so 'bout it, I am so down if She goes down, goes down like 4s bouncin' And we can get high, get high off four ounces Haha, I boardwalk with four houses All my young niggas waste money, no accountants Views of the marina, bitches know the outcome Urban Outfitter jeans, baby come up out them X with no Malcolm, rose with no stem I lay it on thick, your flow is so thin Like opening my front door, you know I go in Your girl is so wet, she know I'm gon' swim I guess that's the end...
