(J-Hood) Damn The 'gnac got me fucked up Poobs
You sure you can drive my nigga? Drunk out my mind, Courvosier got me twisted In the passenger side of the Range gettin lifted Hand on my biscuit, watchin for them boys in the rearview They be on some bullshit, searchin niggaz vehicles Knockin the Ojays, faded off the previous blunt Eyes red, skully low like what the fuck niggaz want? I'm on some other shit, my brain paintin pictures like Van Gogh 27 flat is what I get you them grams fo' D tryin to build a case, tryin to get me or somethin But like a broke thumbtack they can't stick me to nothin What's this I hear, Hood fell off, not true Don't make me take yo' ass back to Stadium 2 When I dropped 60 on Clue, kids had to stop me Shortly after that a lot of rappers tried to copy Damn right I'm cocky, and I can't forget witty I won't just spit on a track, I'll spit on this city I listen to Biggie but get, hyped off that 'Pac shit Wired off a quart, wonderin why I ain't got shit But on the real I got this, the last shall eat first And them fat niggaz that stuff they face gon' eat dirt Soon as the heat spurt y'all niggaz gon' immediately drop It's already in the stars, I'll be damned if I flop Be damned if I stop, I'm 'bout to take ownership of the crown Now Big told you like an elevator it's goin down (D-Block!) What?