Rico Blanco - No New Taxes lyrics

Right around the time Tony cut the portion I was cutting spliffers, tryna live like orca Project living n***a,'G a** n***a, no bigger than Bow Wow A few years later I was sitting on' Every f**ing summer I be pulling sh** out now f** you rap n***as, yeah, my life just stand real Squad car, I can talk about how that back feel Industry a** n***as talk about rap deals I turned down a milly, n***as talk about less deals I talk cash sh**, your home boy play that ill Ghetto a** n***a though, that n***a ain't real Mess your whip up, n***a, sitting on small rug Drinking with my n***as, still rocking them small clubs Still a hood n***a, still robbing with the ball bloods Attitude, sk**, life, f** what y'all love Making that repertoire sponsored links Champagne, caviar Put them in the hood today Can see who they really are Rolls white limousine You can see I'm a star But I'm sipping lean and yay 'Cause that's who we really are Came from Berkley but no, I'm not a hippie The only peace signs on my a** is 5, 50 Used to ride with me, I let you slide with me It's a waste of my time unless you buy a pound fifty Otherwise you can flock with them other guys This is big boy sh**, no small fries I know all b**hes, you know all guys In this foreign is the dope game, it's all mine I'm the greatest hustler of all time I grind hard, y'all small time It's like you can't see me, it's like you all blind But thinking I'm a punk is where I draw the line I keep my hoes on rotation like a steering wheel And try to keep my f**ing haters in my rearview sh**, all these b**hes that I tear through sh**, get on your head like a hairdo Making that repertoire Champagne, caviar Put them in the hood today Can see who they really are Rolls white limousine You can see I'm a star But I'm sipping lean and yay 'Cause that's who we really are When my battery die I put my pen to the paper And when my hand spring I just merk it off the taper That's only a new era, I need a new pair of Louis frames, Louis sneaks, bottles service in the place Dead president faces and my Louis backpack Way out your league, I can lose you like that way overseas Putting losers on the map, same scene Watch the 5.0 fill their cruises up with blacks From a place where your ace probably shoot you in your head n***a, you know what I'm saying, it's my world Smoke week when you listen to this slap But if you ain't real then forget about the jack Got caught up in this mob sh**, motherf**ing B day Where the f** the dime at? Loose cannon but I fire like the tomcat 30 in my sandwich finna panic off the raw pack, n***a Making that repertoire Champagne, caviar Put them in the hood today Can see who they really are Rolls white limousine You can see I'm a star But I'm sipping lean and yay 'Cause that's who we really are