Mouth Piece E

This shit look crazy as hell. Beautiful ocean view on the cut. Cold water in my cup. Jay Worthy, what up? From the Bay to LA, it's a West Coast Thing. At the farmer's market. Do the stem snap, do it make the bag Look icy? Never thought that I'd put my brand Right next to Nike. In a twenty-twenty-five, About to hit ninety on the I-5, custom chains Start to get pricey. Need a hotel block, Forty rooms, a buck thirty. Little ocean view, slappin' Larry June and Jay Worthy. Bay boy, baby, the North Face crispy. I'm always on the road, tell that punk bitch Miss me with the bullshit. FN with a full clip, I got aim too. A couple bust downs, a few plain Janes too. Tell these pussies drink piss, they all wanna sue. Bust the bag open, all you smell in the Room is somethin' new. The bags turn blue, they been comin' through. Mister take 'em all off the batch right. Big rock on my pinky like a flashlight. Fuck ice, Money and hoes. I used rock around broke in The bummiest clothes. But the mouthpiece crazy, every one of 'em chose. Player, real player. Fuck the ice, Money and hoes. I used to rock around broke In the bummiest clothes. But the mouthpiece crazy, every one of 'em chose. Player, real player. It's the pig, I'm tryna get rich on a Punk bitch. Renegade hoes get left in the rain, Pimp. I was on Fig in '09 in the Same Lex. Made a hundred thousand off the blade With the same bitch. And I hit the V, All snow, made it make sense. Present day, the SS slide like a spaceship. Burgundy and gray, so you know that it's gang Shit. The eighty-eight rag on some menace, This Caine shit. Double quarter pounder with the Beef when we grill shit. At the Getty house eatin' steak dinners, this fam Shit. Playin' golf with my rich friends and flippin' Real estate. With a bitch from the Westside sippin' Lemonade. Hit the tennis club and order 'bout a Dozen chicken wings. Summertime in the Bay like I never hesitate. Hit the homie Jimmy C, then we headed to The lake. Cigarette boats back to back, Watch 'em skate. Fuck the ice, Money and hoes. I used to rock around broke In the bummiest clothes. But the mouthpiece crazy, every one of 'em chose. Player, real player. Fuck the ice, money and hoes. I used to rock around broke in the bummiest Clothes. But the mouthpiece crazy, every one of 'em Chose. Player, real player.