[Into: Reese One]
Yeah this your boy Reese One, Chuck Taylor
L.A.'s finest
Bleu Collar representer
And I just wanted to let you know
Just in case you were wondering
Yes, I am as cool as I sound on wax
[Verse 1: Reese One]
Get my haircut, car washed see if I can't catch me a pretty, young b**h, something
You know...
Super slick, I'm always doing n***a sh**
A b**h will break her neck to see who a n***a with
Cuz I'm well crafted, I'm somewhat of a cla**ic
I keep my style simple this new sh** is too drastic
Too plastic, too fake
Yup, it's kinda shallow
In the circle that I keep it's too deep to doggie paddle
We don't sink or swim, we buy boats to stay afloat
We the crème de la crème of the ghetto artsy folks
With a pint of thunderbird and my camel hair coat
Too much pride in my eye for you to ever tell I'm broke
From Compton to Hollywood, baby I'm good
At ease, at any situation I please
I wasn't born with silver spoons so I'd just refuse to eat
But before I got too weak I got a gold one from the streets
I'm so concrete, you can thank my mother
Cuz through all the bullsh**, she a fly motherf**er
So what choice did I have to be anything but fresh
I won't do this sh** if I don't think I'm the best
..We gon... wait a minute sh**, we done already made it
So let me see.. alright
[Hook: Reese One]
We gon keep the ball rolling
All our heads swollen cuz baby we all holding
And I am such a throw back, vintage California
How far you go back?
My life is so f**ing candy
I'm effective, n***as I don't know can't stand me
I, am, such a throwback vintage California
How far you go back?
[Verse 2: Reese One]
I'm on everybody's A -list, radio playlist
I don't even think there's a modest way to say this
I'm not a trendsetter cuz I can't be copied
And any imitation would just come across sloppy
I'm one of a kind, Reese de Uno
Chuck Taylor All-Star, coolest n***a you know
I step into the room and you can see the pheromones
Jumping through the crowd to eighty dollar cologne
I lost my favorite chick, she gotta do without me
She swear Sade be writing her songs about me
It's not plausible but it's possible
Cuz I am one of the few that's not top able
What a shame
She walked away from straight laced game
She said the day that she left was the last day that she came
You get it?
n***as don't poke like me
I f** different, n***as don't got stroke like me
I am different, n***as don't go for broke like me
We different and I'm how it's supposed to be
You see I got more soul than a baptist playing ba** in a blues band with big black Bertha on lead vocals
And I got more style than a pimp wearing pink python pumps pushing a purple Cadillac
n***a can you handle that?
Excuse my lack of interest I was just over here stuck on myself
I was looking around and I keep being the coolest motherf**er everywhere I go
Maybe it's me...
... We gon... Damn I just tried to remind myself we already made it, ok here we go
[Hook]
We gon keep the ball rolling
All our heads swollen cuz baby we all holding
And I am such a throw back, vintage California
How far you go back?
My life is so f**ing candy
I'm effective, n***as I don't know can't stand me
I, am, such a throwback vintage California
How far you go back?
[Outro]
Yeah you know
I'd just like to give a special shoutout to
Jerry Ann and ?
For making two of the flyest motherf**ers I know
Basik the Mayor, Champ, you know what I'm saying
Southpaw, Antweezy
Time off
You know how we do it
I keep it grooving
Don't forget James, don't forget pants