[J-Hood]
Damn
The 'gnac got me f**ed up Poobs
You sure you can drive my n***a?
Drunk out my mind, Courvosier got me twisted
In the pa**enger side of the Range gettin lifted
Hand on my biscuit, watchin for them boys in the rearview
They be on some bullsh**, searchin n***as vehicles
Knockin the Ojays, faded off the previous blunt
Eyes red, skully low like what the f** n***as want?
I'm on some other sh**, my brain paintin pictures like Van Gogh
27 flat is what I get you them grams fo'
D tryin to build a case, tryin to get me or somethin
But like a broke thumbtack they can't stick me to nothin
What's this I hear, Hood fell off, not true
Don't make me take yo' a** back to _Stadium 2_
When I dropped 60 on Clue, kids had to stop me
Shortly after that a lot of rappers tried to copy
Damn right I'm co*ky, and I can't forget witty
I won't just spit on a track, I'll spit on this city
I listen to Biggie but get, hyped off that 'Pac sh**
Wired off a quart, wonderin why I ain't got sh**
But on the real I got this, the last shall eat first
And them fat n***as that stuff they face gon' eat dirt
Soon as the heat spurt y'all n***as gon' immediately drop
It's already in the stars, I'll be damned if I flop
Be damned if I stop, I'm 'bout to take ownership of the crown
Now Big told you like an elevator it's goin down
(D-Block!) What?