Black wall street

I gotta be top 5
Nigga I said it you not high
Unless the Chronic pumping in the drop 5
Been in the Slim Shady state of mindset
Ever since Dr. Dre threw me up like the gang sign
And when I came down,
I can see those streets with a lyrical mind of a D.O.C
This is my shit, hot shit, block shit, top 10
Of the 64 that's what the fuck I call top
Dre ain't even gotta rap no more hommie I got this
I wasn't even rapping when Makaveli dropped 2pacalypse
Nigga sit back and watch me kick tat
10 gold chains around my neck Slick Rick rap
5 million soul caught in the bitch slap
Right across the regular motherfucker the kid's back
So polish the chrome check the rear view when names are read
Get ready for the aftermath

Lights, camera, action, showtime
We push it back in no time
Your kind can't fuck with my kind
You must be losing your mind
Lights, camera, action, showtime
We push it back in no time
Your kind can't fuck with my kind
You must be losing your mind
I'm in the stripes with the gripes in the blunt
Cans of the juice, case in the trunk
Got kick on the hip
Face full of fonts
Of DJ Skit, tape on the mouth
Real as it get but I'm cool with the funk
Got lose hands do the fooling for once
Waiting for the call even if it's no show
Handle what I need for some Henney and a ho
I bite through the track tryna find what I need
New snow bunny yeah whatever that I see
See me in the East then I'm probably through the streets
Here up in the hills with Richie rich and B
I'm known through the hood I could stay where I want
East side that's where I claim my home
Click to see my clique let it stay on chrome
And we fly who gon tell us where we won't go

Lights, camera, action, showtime
We push it back in no time
Your kind can't fuck with my kind
You must be losing your mind
Lights, camera, action, showtime
We push it back in no time
Your kind can't fuck with my kind
You must be losing your mind

I'm number one cause I listened to what the fuck Doc said
And I played to Chronic 'till my eyes bloodshot read
Magazine reporters think that I'm a hothead
And they ain't gon' say I'm dope 'till I'm somewhere shot dead
And I don't mind that cause I went from pushing brackets in form of a Dem Sec
To bringing L.A shine back
I did it by myself I don't need help
Any nigga who went against the grain ended up on the shelf
Like my shoe outsold Jordan, outsold Reebok
Now I'm a corporate dog got the office in the street block
Can't do shit without hearing one of my songs
From Ipods to the speakers to retirment homes
Niggas can't sell records but they moving ringtones
The world wouldn't know your face if you ain't had that bling on
I'm responsible for all the ladies in Westcoast 6
If it ain't about me, then it ain't about shit

Lights, camera, action, showtime
We push it back in no time
Your kind can't fuck with my kind
You must be losing your mind
Lights, camera, action, showtime
We push it back in no time
Your kind can't fuck with my kind
You must be losing your mind
Jesus Christ I'm dope hommie
Ayo, I don't know what to tell you niggas man,
but you better head back to the studio and rewrite that bullshit yall spit man
It goes like this, I known DJ Skit for about 4 years hommie, 4 motherfucking tapes
4 Houses, 4 Bentley's, 4 Bitches
All I need now is 4 baby mommas
I'm single
And that's better than yours