Sun God get 'em      I stay far from my opponents, pardon me dogs   That's why lead the call, they moving up on us   But them G's on the corners, move when I move   That's a warning, or I'mma have my goons spin a garment      Think it's sweet, and try to creep or run up on us   They get deeper than twelve foot, and you be leaking out of order   Don't beef, if you ain't beefin' for no quarters   'Cuz pain is money, you float funny when you surfin' the water      I'm that dude slangin' pack by the border   I love my life, I live it twice, 'cuz it's up to me sorta   You a fool with a mental disorder, and it's probably your daughter   That really love me, for the **** that I taught her      Will Smith on the guest list, pops is the king   I'm the fresh prince, forty oil tune, kick ya chest in   Us that got the universe confession, pardon your dame   I'm new to the game, but true to my lessons      Jeans, hoods, ****, ****      Visions of me swallowing ****, being chased by jake   And the sound of the razor keep hitting the plate   And tooters is flab with ****, with **** and them jeans   We chew through it, like we coming down off ****      And my P.O., she half Creole, I move from Philly to Dallas   With true talent, like my name is T.O.   So when I ****, I gotta **** slow, she know I kick them Vasine bottles   'Cuz if I'm dirty, I ain't letting it go      Your project steps is Ajax down, dry blood   Maintenance men with the scrub brush, scraping the ground   Diapers, baby rattles and broke lighters, I led many   Horses to water, just to see if they like it      Taste my, Betty Crock', ready rock, bet he cock, now   News flash, my **** ridin' L, laid a cop down   Any of ya **** want beef, I will stop clowns   I got a bad ox' fifth, now how the **** sound?      Jeans, hoods, guns ****      Aiyo, what up S.G.? Aiyo, what's poppin' my ****   I'm just oil in the ****, exercising my trigger   Finger, I've got the biggest ****, yeah, I got a crispy stainless   Your mans ain't **** those hoes, they just a bunch of gamers      Them head shots, neck shots, probably blow they brains in   I'm so close to the edge, pushin' they **** face in   I bet you now, them mutha**** really start complaining   No hesitation, my reputation'll leave 'em chaining      We go hard, like the NARC's when we start invading   I copped the license and registration, to cock and aiming   It's all entertainment and all my **** made it   We hard body like Wu-Tang and Iron Maiden      I keep the **** blazing, hands hurt   Like a **** when she putting braids in, I think it's so amazing   We ran **** for hours, up in the Days Inn   Hood rats and **** motels, we seen baking      Jeans, hoods, guns, ****      Good