(Jesus) Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, hell Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah,
Froze over, when you thought you could hold With flows older than the sold cold soda Grow for my bros those rojo soldiers Them cincos are at it again, doja I am like Mike, back in the day My iron height, defiant flight Try and bite, like a in a candy apple A and a jammy tackle By a with the family shackles a man he's gaffled I get angry, I sip bombs (chea!) on rich lawn I was brought up and Christian I been studying (Chea!) not a thing so I place this John In chicks palm her something beautiful to kiss on 'Till I one to her lip balm (Chea!) I've been since Reagan in politics Polished it then got a big wallet all of my dollars sit To the wall is split, then I gotta the casa, your god exists 'Cause a lot of holler "Mr. Chopper you're hot as shit"
They say I'm the at what I do After me 5, 4, 3, and 2 Sometime I think they all gum So I them all to put that on somethin' Sriracha, I put on everything Sriracha, I put on everything Sriracha, I put on everything Sriracha, I put that on
Yeah, I guess I'm to come with that fast flow Woo! I guess I'm supposed to come that gas flow But no, I'mma just spit it, get it good Wish you tell me what I should do I know, hit the door Uh, yeah, feel like I been here I have but I can't fuck with it Hit 'em a semiautomatic, watch 'em duck with it Speaking on lyrical Everybody in my vicinity blowing they mind like I got no love for the enemy, somebody tell me the I'm like good, been fine Tell me what's on your mind, rewind this My is beyond this shit I put that on everything, I'm just honest, shit So up, hold up Tech I'm sorry for the hold up but I on the road have had this verse to your ass a long time ago When I put that on everything, I had a minute to myself But I been living I ain't finna see tomorrow I ain't focused on no I been good, I been feeling fine Pass the Sriracha, I put that on all of mine like Columbine combined with a terrorist's mind That's been confined in four for some time
They say I'm the at what I do me it's 5, 4, 3, and 2 Sometime I they all gum bumpin' So I tell them all to put that on Sriracha, I put that on Sriracha, I put on everything Sriracha, I put that on Sriracha, I put that on
Sriracha, the flavor We gotcha, even jock us These choppers invade the then blocker every chakra eager to off ya You can bet that we doin' it When I put the bullets in a with a hoodie Ain't nobody gonna us, nobody gon' top us We leave 'em with no option, leave 'em no conscience Leave 'em no oxygen, leave 'em with no problem And even though I could see what they TV with a DVD, I can When I see these shockin' if it need be then I just eat beats And I'm Eazy-E, I eat like I'm EBT shopping Credit Card Max, the bars back Fuck your hoe, get brain and all Run in your and bring your whore back your face and dead the doormat Who got the to the rented Corvette Can't catch me, I'm the man in all I been a nice since Catman on crack Fuck that, I been nice way before Can't ignore that, you can try But you gon' end up next to I'm that pen wrote the Bible I'm on your skin like Sing for the moment, I hit the high Someone let Elton John know Tell the I'm Hect Camacho a Catholic priest and the Pentecostal Why you niggas wiggidy wiggidy wack, gettidy get in the With a umbilical patch, in the middle of the track None of y'all niggas can act so y'all niggas are Come and get it again, fuckin' a bitch in the me your moment to fall, I'm gonna fit in the car I can do than yours, I can be ready to brawl I can be shattered and all, nobody want to be be ready for war, tell me who ready for more
They say I'm the at what I do me it's 5, 4, 3, and 2 Sometime I think all gum bumpin' So I tell all to put that on somethin' Sriracha, I put that on Sriracha, I put on everything Sriracha, I put that on Sriracha, I put that on