Bellagio E

Looking at pics with G Pops and Joe Lewis. Vegas Strip, seventy-five Caddies and old Buicks. Always knew I'd make it one day, Bellagio music. Tower Suite, sippin' on Baileys and watchin' hoes Move it. Slow it down, sit on my lap, That's how the funks do She giggle while I Tickle her back, I'm smokin' whole Cubans. Hotel slippers and robe, I'm in my own movie. The one where the bad guy wins like Kaiser Soze. Never keep a girl for too long, Stuck in my old ways. Even though I fantasize about having a housemaid. Little kids runnin' around and missin' school days. But then I realize I'm him, what a damn Shame. Lowdown and dirty, ho, they call me P Worthy. I make you walk the blade before you Ever get my last name. I only like to do what make me feel Happy. That's why I bought my fifty, That's why I roll active. That's why I sequence all my own albums like A soundtrack. You hear Chris Tucker on the Quinta, Yeah, we did that. Martin Scorsese with the pen, Where the script at? Document my life for my Raps 'cause I live that. The only real one that's on the mic spittin' Pimp facts. And I'm from P-Phog, but I can Take you where the rips at. Yeah, uh-huh, yeah. All the way from Figueroa to the land where Philmo slim at. You know? You know how we ride. Yeah. You know how we slide. Look, quarter ticket for the wrist wrap. Uh-huh. I just want a Ferrari, bitch, I'm Riff Raff. Cash. Testing some new scatter brain, I'm loving this Batch. Two different color Cullinans, They mismatched. Bitch, who you workin' for? Huh? My one bitch brought me fifty thousand from Mega personals. It's business, never personal. Can't find one bitch I'm paying rent and buying Purses for. Name her. I'm too busy buying mansions and convertibles. Look. Look at me speed off. Masterpiece on my wrist, I lift my sleeve up. You see me, bitch? Cost me three-sixteen and the Stones cold, bitch. Yeah. Steve Jobs. Talk to 'em, nigga. Machine Gun.