4am - Bay Bridge Music

Ah, ah, ah, ah

I'm like a lighting bolt that catapult from cloud to cloud
When you hit the library, my styles in the rap files
I like to shake dice, somethin' like a cee-lo champ
I used to smoke weed, man, all up in the Nike camp
I crack crab, Hans Solo wit' Aliotos
Then watch the waitress get nervous to try and ask me for a photo (bitach)
I'm something very bolo, I stand there like a cholo
I'm knockin' like it's polo and that's a little cocoa

I'm out to stack funds and watch the scratch comin'
Easy, relapse, leave ya back sprung (bitch)
Brain testaments like I'm the last one (one)
Homies love me, fuckin' around and catch somethin'
I'm off that real kush, that's grown in Cali
We push, like a true boss roll in caddies
Chips like granny, goose to get flabby (aye)
Eatin' good, it's all in a plan to stay happy

I get lost in the weed like a ghost without a blessed vision
But still I find my way to do a little caddy dippin'
I'm fine-tuned and groomed juss like a mannequin
Embody all of it, and treated like a mannequin

I get a pad and pen, but it don't matter then
Freak, I'm a real rap cat, ho, I'm not a trend
I keep the temperature cold up in the hot rental
I thought superman was steel until he got crippled

I'm not ya Doc Giggles, or ya Willie Wiggles
I cross over, dribble, penetratin' to the middle
I spin a better whip, milky like a silky spread
Man, do it like a baker, get an oven for ya bread

My rhymes will penetrate and seep through ya metal
Take over, I'ma strait E.Q. the levels
Bass and all the treble, ya get all hyphy
But it look like somebody stepped on ya Nikes
Rollin' wit' the Pisces, homie king nicky (what's up?)
The freaks brought the purple and we brought the Phillies
Yet, this ain't play pimpin' money I'ma stay gettin' (ah-ah)
And network through chirps to get bay-bridgin' (shit)

Shit, I really live it, leavin' ya frank fridgit
Don't worry 'bout ya digits, or any the punk critics (hell no)
It's all blow up, thinkin' like, so what?
Right now, bought them automatics like a robot
Blow top, La Coste the perfect cuff
Fall out, about the mall juss purchased stuff
We work the cuts tough every track and whatnot
Catch 'em being lazy, sittin' at bus stops (get)

Stop in the name of the game
It'll come back around if you go against the grain
So, don't complain
Kill talk bout half the ration
I'm full time wit' mine and traffic mashin'

P-P-P-Party, K-K-K-Khan
Man, walkin' through the Crown Plaza wit' my Bally's on
I like the conversation, baby, you can carry on
I like that car right there, yea, the cherry one
Man, ask Luke Skywalker if the force failed
I got a little woozy when I heard the court bail
Do it on a latter-way, like you're Sidney Poitier
When it's all over kid, put me in the pyramid

Jus' like the Pharoe's did or little Darrel did
You know, the streetz is like life between the barrel kid
You know I rush like a bull at a bullfighter
You wanna hang, mane, you gotta pull a all-nighter
I like Vo-Tires and wit' the right Wires
I smoke too much weed, is what the god tellin' me
I'm like a felony mixed wit' a jukebox
Then break down the weed, homie, let the flute knock

They bump 2Pac, they hold two Glocks
And like I said first, man, they bump 2Pac
The juice never stops, it's like a soda pop
The best drama always comes from the coke block

That's what I represent