the whole cake and sky out Broke niggas make the best crooks, ya best look Over your shoulder if you's a high roller Knuckle head fool wit that master
I'm looking through a hole in the sky I'm seeing nowhere through the eyes of a lie I'm getting closer to the end of the line I'm living easy where the
it again Shawty get the fly way, in da supa benz jo she supa cute and ha booty supa big Drop it on the floor, supa head on swole She look jus like a
keep winning and these boys keep losing Plus I'm, the pimp of the year Playas is hatin' and hoes is choosing Look at all the hoes you losing Then look
Dead Phat or Wack? Wake up, float to the sky Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise Wake up, float to the sky Bring the wicked shit and the
! I'm the urban legend in your back seat With a hook to your head while your rollin down the street Most people, they look at me and run They get up in
downs Smiles and frowns This one here is coming from the heart And the reason I keep going Is cause of you [Verse 1: Romeo] It's another R-O Look, growing
this earth teach others like a priest The game is looking tasty and I think its time to feast Don't rock adidas only P. Miller on the feet Hard to sleep hearing bullets on the east
honey Hey, hey, yeah, hey, hey, yeah, yeah, hey, now I've been feeling a chill, from the East wind blue Is it creeping up slow, have you felt it too? Have you noticed the look
still got a view of the summer sky To make it hurt twice when your restless body Caves to its whims And suddenly struggles to take flight... Three thousand miles north east
doctor spock smokin' Buddha on a train How high? So high that I can kiss the sky How sick? So sick that you can suck my dick Look up in the sky it's
Ross Kids is on crack, they lost Wipe a lot, no time for looking back, it's done Golden era over and dead, I'm over your heads No time for looking back
in this game, punk I'm not a beginner I'm a veteran, exceteran ain't stopping a head rush When I'm letting my lead bust, you getting your head bust Verbally
a paradise look around clockwise From Bell's beach round to boogie down Bondi Surfers ride right through life's two A nice view when the sky uses bright
a new breed of broad, yeah we like it raw! Comin to the floor, I be next to rep like Al Gore (Look) Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane Nope
ya life now here some Mr. Funky and I'm pissed So watch how many heads I'll be the takeout Boy ya better look out I work ya like a cook-out So get the
Niggas keepin' it movin', go head and get your thug on What on earth possessed y'all to try a lil' drunk lil' high? Big heads in the sky make niggas
