(lynch):
now on my briefcase was some crumbled weed
a pack of saravegas and a 24 ounce o.e.
might as well skeez these couple of hoes
in my and' 69 malibu sittinand' on trues and voand's
for days you might have seen me in my cinnamon cut chrome shoes
with some you canand't see me tint on the windows indo syndrome
smokinand' it up, not givinand' a muthafuckinand' fizuck
sold the cut, my ex-hoe said that niggaand's sqautinand' what?
got at the homie carl, and got some of that bomb
had me so fuckinand' high i got off like vietnam
dead bodies and bitches clits simmerinand' in the crock pot
and the shit donand't stop until my muthafuckinand' chronic or high drop
itand's just that insane type of thang, let the mac rain guts in the drain
siccmade niggas they make the world go round
and if you fuck with siccmade music you can get your ass gunned down
(phonk beta):
i had a homie who stayed up in alaska, used to transfer flights over nebraska
and flew me back about a ounce of that alaska indica weed
and out of the whole zip possessed one seed
had it wrapped real tight all up in cellophane
canand't have the k-9 dogs smell it, man
if only you saw what i was seeinand', the buds was almost pure white, not green
had to be one of those one hitter quitter dome splitters
thatand's the type a tweed that makes you wanna fuck your baby-sitter
i roll a fattie, when i roll this fattie
niggasand'll be all noid wonderinand' why they lookin at me
bitches have the nerve to say my shit ainand't bomb
but itand'll have your lungs burninand', like your puffinand' on napalm
(zagg):
i wipe that sweat up off my forehead, iand'm off the kush
lay back and take a comfortable hit, with a q-tip, itand's splittinand' my lips
and my dome stays split off toothpicks
i hit a lick with a quickness, dumpinand' dead bodies in ditches
appreciate the fact, come correct, cuz i could be vicious
suspicion, cominand' up on recognition iand'm creepinand' up from behind
with a 12 gauge, non-fiction, iand'm all prepared to go for mine
so step in line, a couple of hits, dome split, i be lit on a for real base
with a machete iand'll slice your neck just like them jason cases
murder traces, but i ainand't pinned cuz thereand's no evidence
slight scent of that purple cusche plant, and i can almost sense the essence
whatand's the lesson? get tested, donand't come if you canand't come correct
itand's that west coast shit for life i donand't know what you expected
iand'm reckless, nevertheless iand'm a pimp in a bulletproof vest
puttinand' it down, pound for pound, you need to take a step down
50 caliber rounds, iand'm runninand' through your whole town
buckinand' em down like doom set on deathmatch with the bfg-9000 cartoon
