| [Verse Annotate1: Pheally Blunt] | |
| I'm a seven squad Afro General, gorilla grizzly | |
| With a ET finger that fuck Monica Lawinsky | |
| Insane in the membrane, Sparking up the Rick James | |
| Fuck who you thought I was, bitches call me big main | |
| Deranged lunatic, suicidal sicko | |
| Filling my prescription up at LA Confidential | |
| Got a chronic case of needing medication for my mental state | |
| All the psychiatric dialog couldn't penetrate | |
| My dome, my head, my skull my cranium | |
| Mainly cus my brain plate is laced with anti-anuim | |
| Mediterranean herb and this cup of syrup | |
| Might make me sta, start, sta-stuttering my words | |
| Rippin off my shirt like I'm Hulk Hogan | |
| Hot boxing in the Rigo and I'm claustrophobic | |
| Plus graphic my blunts stretch like Mr. Fantastic | |
| High off that breaking breath now puff puff pass it | |
| [Hook: Mike G] | |
| Im tellin you on the coast that's how we roll | |
| Roam the streets like the cops on Patrol and stay gold | |
| If they trip they pay a toll odd future wolf gang man we on a roll | |
| I'm tellin you on the coast that's how we roll | |
| Roam the streets like the cops on Patrol and stay gold | |
| I'm telling you I'm to cold to control | |
| You're to average to advance and I'm to hot to hold | |
| [Verse 2: Mike G] | |
| I can pull women at traffic lights | |
| A color blur on turnpikes | |
| If my shows were instructions | |
| You'd wanna learn twice | |
| Not one for jokes | |
| Try not to tolerate with foolishness | |
| 180 Airs on I'm above every influence | |
| A walking atomic bomb | |
| Shit that I be on it borders phenomenon | |
| Might just inspire song | |
| Most niggas think most women are faithful | |
| But their mostly wrong | |
| Cus if she see's my car | |
| She might think I'm James bond | |
| We drink and smoke | |
| I teach my chick to blow them O's | |
| I can wrap up health in the street | |
| To the studio | |
| You know how the game goes | |
| I just show you how to play it | |
| Me and girls from videos | |
| Get triple x rated | |
| Its about the time | |
| Ima hold the game for ransom | |
| Materialize from my imagination like green lantern | |
| Never panic when problems arise | |
| I shield my eyes | |
| Cus bright lights blind | |
| Sometimes when I drive | |
| So feel the vibe | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 3: Left Brain] | |
| This is what the west do | |
| We put it in the air and we don't smoke no boof | |
| Nigga this is left brain spitting in the booth | |
| Rollin up the sticky and im sippin 100 proof | |
| Chili cheese fritos, chilling with my people | |
| Rolling up that og like a corn inside a burrito | |
| Eating some chicken and waffles over there on Picos | |
| Or I might be copping some Taco's Over at Tito's | |
| They say every picture tells a story | |
| Your bitch looked at mine, she can't ignore me | |
| I dont hit her up that much but she hit me up | |
| You know how west coast niggas is we don't give a fuck | |
| So I'm telling you I ain't going no where | |
| Im be up on the west till i got grey hair | |
| Niggas know its left brain | |
| On the mutha fuckin base, the drum the snare | |
| [Hook] |
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