| Song | Talking Smack |
| Artist | Cali Agents |
| Album | How the West Was One |
| 作词 : Brewer, Taylor | |
| Ah,ah,ah,ha,ha,ah,yes son, | |
| You are now rockin with the best | |
| Straight from the west | |
| Gunnin for the chest | |
| Ey yo we gets tracks crackillin | |
| C to the a 1,the grand imperial son | |
| Fuck where you from, from the golden | |
| Exactly how much money is you holdin | |
| Is it yours?can you make everybody on the floor keep movin | |
| Only runnin with the proven | |
| What we like,never fuck with weak types | |
| It's been two years now it's time for me | |
| And Planet As(Asia) to kick rhymes never showin the signs | |
| Never gettin too old for this,sometimes we too cold for this | |
| They light up then they roll to this | |
| Just bring me a fifth of the yak | |
| Give me a pad and a pen and then load the track and step back | |
| You know i'm still talkin the smack | |
| For the lack of a better word, your style's for the birds | |
| We eat 'em up and spit 'em out | |
| The type of niggas that you see in the show go home | |
| And straight up forget about | |
| I'm never turning my back on those | |
| Just because he got doe and like sixteen hoe's | |
| I like myne's sixteen bars bangin heavy and hard | |
| I wip his ass in his own front yard | |
| Sometimes i fold their card and then shuffle the deck | |
| You fools better show some god-damn respect | |
| I drop line for line and ain't never came weak | |
| These cats get deals and now they're too big to speak | |
| The pipe's still springin the leak | |
| But I can close that up,shut it off and have that shit backed up | |
| It's the c to the a,you know how we do | |
| You lookin for us?bring your whole damn crew | |
| [Chorus x2] | |
| We can go line for line and track for track | |
| We be keepin it underground and never came wack | |
| You know we still talkin the smack | |
| It's the c to the a you get your wig pushed back | |
| [Verse 2: Rasco] | |
| Ey yo,how many times I gotta spit these rhymes | |
| You niggas still snotting on that cocaine line | |
| You must be puffin the dust to keep fuckin with us | |
| We bust back at the whole damn pack | |
| Now this is dedicated to the ones that be all up on the internet | |
| Talkin that trash you get smashed | |
| I'm tellin your ass that i'm out to make cash | |
| And I'ma revoke your little hip-hop past | |
| You can just save the little praisin acalades | |
| I'm more concerned with my bills getting paid | |
| I'm not in the game to try to brake my neck | |
| My little babygirl can't eat your respect | |
| And that's real and i don't care how you feel | |
| Cause all of you cats is looking for the dollar bill | |
| You just won't put it to tape i like keepin it straight | |
| Let it be known from the god-damn gate | |
| I don't have time to try to make ya'll think | |
| And don't be mad at my forty inch link | |
| Cause I work hard to get brand new shit | |
| Cause you and the man ain't gon give me shit | |
| This is the script that i quote from the throat | |
| Some of the best rhymes a nigga ever wrote | |
| Back on the scene with my man J.Green | |
| Part of the team since he was like fifteen | |
| Put it between your ears bang it all year | |
| Those I lost I wish that you was all here | |
| Peace to Plan.B,my nigga Careers,PP??? | |
| Those are the three cats that gave me the start | |
| And that's the reason why i spit rhymes from the heart | |
| [Chorus x4] | |
| Yo! all the cats, talkin shit, | |
| Bring it on,it's 2000 | |
| Not havin that shit,fuck that | |
| Yours truly...the Grand Imperial | |
| Soul father Rasco | |
| Cali Agent number one | |
| Yo,427 on the track | |
| Ha |
| zuò cí : Brewer, Taylor | |
| Ah, ah, ah, ha, ha, ah, yes son, | |
| You are now rockin with the best | |
| Straight from the west | |
| Gunnin for the chest | |
| Ey yo we gets tracks crackillin | |
| C to the a 1, the grand imperial son | |
| Fuck where you from, from the golden | |
| Exactly how much money is you holdin | |
| Is it yours? can you make everybody on the floor keep movin | |
| Only runnin with the proven | |
| What we like, never fuck with weak types | |
| It' s been two years now it' s time for me | |
| And Planet As Asia to kick rhymes never showin the signs | |
| Never gettin too old for this, sometimes we too cold for this | |
| They light up then they roll to this | |
| Just bring me a fifth of the yak | |
| Give me a pad and a pen and then load the track and step back | |
| You know i' m still talkin the smack | |
| For the lack of a better word, your style' s for the birds | |
| We eat ' em up and spit ' em out | |
| The type of niggas that you see in the show go home | |
| And straight up forget about | |
| I' m never turning my back on those | |
| Just because he got doe and like sixteen hoe' s | |
| I like myne' s sixteen bars bangin heavy and hard | |
| I wip his ass in his own front yard | |
| Sometimes i fold their card and then shuffle the deck | |
| You fools better show some goddamn respect | |
| I drop line for line and ain' t never came weak | |
| These cats get deals and now they' re too big to speak | |
| The pipe' s still springin the leak | |
| But I can close that up, shut it off and have that shit backed up | |
| It' s the c to the a, you know how we do | |
| You lookin for us? bring your whole damn crew | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| We can go line for line and track for track | |
| We be keepin it underground and never came wack | |
| You know we still talkin the smack | |
| It' s the c to the a you get your wig pushed back | |
| Verse 2: Rasco | |
| Ey yo, how many times I gotta spit these rhymes | |
| You niggas still snotting on that cocaine line | |
| You must be puffin the dust to keep fuckin with us | |
| We bust back at the whole damn pack | |
| Now this is dedicated to the ones that be all up on the internet | |
| Talkin that trash you get smashed | |
| I' m tellin your ass that i' m out to make cash | |
| And I' ma revoke your little hiphop past | |
| You can just save the little praisin acalades | |
| I' m more concerned with my bills getting paid | |
| I' m not in the game to try to brake my neck | |
| My little babygirl can' t eat your respect | |
| And that' s real and i don' t care how you feel | |
| Cause all of you cats is looking for the dollar bill | |
| You just won' t put it to tape i like keepin it straight | |
| Let it be known from the goddamn gate | |
| I don' t have time to try to make ya' ll think | |
| And don' t be mad at my forty inch link | |
| Cause I work hard to get brand new shit | |
| Cause you and the man ain' t gon give me shit | |
| This is the script that i quote from the throat | |
| Some of the best rhymes a nigga ever wrote | |
| Back on the scene with my man J. Green | |
| Part of the team since he was like fifteen | |
| Put it between your ears bang it all year | |
| Those I lost I wish that you was all here | |
| Peace to Plan. B, my nigga Careers, PP??? | |
| Those are the three cats that gave me the start | |
| And that' s the reason why i spit rhymes from the heart | |
| Chorus x4 | |
| Yo! all the cats, talkin shit, | |
| Bring it on, it' s 2000 | |
| Not havin that shit, fuck that | |
| Yours truly... the Grand Imperial | |
| Soul father Rasco | |
| Cali Agent number one | |
| Yo, 427 on the track | |
| Ha |