Curren$y - Real Mug Fuggin Jets lyrics

You know I got love for the West Coast Yeah Yeah n***a Cannon, Cannon Cannon Some concerns b**h Act like you know Uh I'm still Sixteen switchin' Still back bumper scraping Patty-caking, frame to the pavement They been looking for me, I bene on MTV lately Chasing paper, macking to the latest Smoking out vapor, riders Laser red eyes, sun out where I'm driving Dropping my visor With my bad b**h, she a rider Weed in the grinder, mind on a million Patio on top of the building Owning this sh**, not renting That's the sh** that I'm spitting I could pimp an alley-oop (?) I'm sitting At the Hornet's game, and I'm eying them groupie b**hes You dealing with some real mothf**ing Gs Say I ain't the best, we'll mother f**ing see (Hold on mama) Jets in this b**h, twist the mother f**ing trees