(lynch):
Now on my briefcase was some crumbled weed
A pack of saravegas and a 24 ounce o.e.
Might as well skeez these couple of hoes
In my 69 malibu sittin on trues and vogues
For days you might have seen me in my cinnamon cut chrome shoes
With some you cant see me tint on the windows indo syndrome
Smokin it up, not givin a muthafuckin fizuck
Sold the cut, my ex-hoe said that niggas sqautin what?
Got at the homie carl, and got some of that bomb
Had me so fuckin high I got off like vietnam
Dead bodies and bitches clits simmerin in the crock pot
And the shit dont stop until my muthafuckin chronic or high drop
Its just that insane type of thang, let the mac rain guts in the drain
Siccmade niggas they make the world go round
And if you fuck with siccmade music you can get your ass gunned down
(phonk beta):
I had a homie who stayed up in alaska, used to transfer flights over nebraska
And flew me back about a ounce of that alaska indica weed
And out of the whole zip possessed one seed
Had it wrapped real tight all up in cellophane
Cant have the k-9 dogs smell it, man
If only you saw what I was seein, the buds was almost pure white, not green
Had to be one of those one hitter quitter dome splitters
Thats the type a tweed that makes you wanna fuck your baby-sitter
I roll a fattie, when I roll this fattie
Niggasll be all noid wonderin why they lookin at me
Bitches have the nerve to say my shit aint bomb
But itll have your lungs burnin, like your puffin on napalm
(zagg):
I wipe that sweat up off my forehead, Im off the cusche
Lay back and take a comfortable hit, with a q-tip, its splittin my lips
And my dome stays split off toothpicks
I hit a lick with a quickness, dumpin dead bodies in ditches
Appreciate the fact, come correct, cuz I could be vicious
Suspicion, comin up on recognition Im creepin up from behind
With a 12 gauge, non-fiction, Im all prepared to go for mine
So step in line, a couple of hits, dome split, I be lit on a for real base
With a machete Ill slice your neck just like them jason cases
Murder traces, but I aint pinned cuz theres no evidence
Slight scent of that purple cusche plant, and I can almost sense the essence
Whats the lesson? get tested, dont come if you cant come correct
Its that west coast shit for life I dont know what you expected
Im reckless, nevertheless Im a pimp in a bulletproof vest
Puttin it down, pound for pound, you need to take a step down
50 caliber rounds, Im runnin through your whole town
Buckin em down like doom set on deathmatch with the bfg-9000 cartoon