[Intro: Ca$his]
Shady Records own, bogus boy
Ca$his, it's Ca$his n***a, ah-ha ha
I'm here, right back on y'all, n***a
Blocc Boyz, what the bid'ness is, n***a
Seven-fo', let's go!
[Ca$his:]
In this industry, a fifth of Hennessy
I'm tryna get with the bid'ness so where the b**hes be
When I flick the Vogues, I'ma get the hoes
In a seven-fo' Lincoln black, two do's
Hope to strap shorty, take a ride with Ca$his
If a n***a look wrong you gon' let him have it
Say, what's your name? What kind of set you claim?
I'm seven-fo' now; tell me, do you bang?
We ain't ask about your mayne, cause he ain't here with us
And we both know that we about to f**
You see my limo tint, but they can't see you b**h
Go and pull out my dick, and put your mouth on it
If you don't do it now, you'll never get the chance
If you ain't puttin out b**h, make other plans
I still keep my money in a rubber band
With the pitchfork sealed up, on the other hand
[Chorus x2: Ca$his]
You see them n***az runnin, you see my spinnin drum and
You lookin at my face sayin that n***a a gangsta
Always gettin blunted, and holdin stacks of hundreds
And e'ry rider here know that n***a a gangsta
[Ca$his:]
Seen switchin lanes, off of sniffin 'caine
And a sip of purp', I'm hurtin on my drank
I've been doin work, you know about my gang
You want me you can find me wherever that you hang
I got a bigger dick, plus I'm fly as sh**
You've seen me with your b**h, cause I got benefits
I'm a militant, AWOL lyricist
Your face menstruates when I clap-clap, period
I snatch cakes off the, back of you wack n***a
Shady Records in your mouth, take that n***a
Em I never leave, forever got your back
And e'ry soldier in my squad feel like that
Gangsta disciple, you motherf**ers know
You should've k**ed me, a long time ago
I'm a regular ev-ery day psycho
Hat to the right on sight wherever I go
[Chorus]
[Ca$his:]
I've been provin this, for a long time
And e'ry line that I write, is all mine
See me walkin a straight line in daytime
But I spray nines right in front, of the one-times
Livin life, in the California sunshine
But I'm the only star out, in the nighttime
Flagged up, knowin s**ers ain't gon' like - I'm
Makin them turn they head straight boy just like mine
Took the West over, I'm the real king
You don't believe me, f** you, k** me
I don't fear none of y'all, meet a real G
Come against me, p**y n***a you will see
When you awake, and you still sleep
You dead you lil' p**y boy, feel me
You said you was gon' muh'f**in k** me?
But you bled, guess you ain't that real, G
Screech
[Chorus]
[Outro: Ca$his]
That n***a a gangsta n***a
You stupid a** n***az don't know what a spinnin drum is?
That's a 100-round shot clip, comin straight at you
Your face, your back, your chest
It don't matter to me n***a, and that's real
I got guns n***a, I got money n***a
I got riders, what the f** you gon' do to me?
I got guns n***a, I got money n***a
I got riders, what the f** you gon' do to me?
Nuttin, Shady Records own, bogus boy
Ca$his, King Mathers!
It's brought to you, by the great King Mathers
I'm out, let's go! [echoes]