First verse (spm):

The dopehouse, got it snowin` in the summer
Drug runner, f**k the "i`ma gonna wanna"
Fast learner, attack like piranhas
My next big hit`s called "hubba, hubba, hubba"
I smoke her `cause I love her
Bought a danny glover
Now I`m burnin` rubber in somebody baby mother
From the gutter diggin` in your trash can
F**kin` with my ni**as it`ll be your last dance
I came up off the cut, buyin` `lacs and trophy trucks
The only thing I sell is submersible products
My all-white chucks turn a man into dust
You wanna meet the devil, ha? you in a bad rush
I`ma keep a smile, I was born the crack child
Got the rap game shinin` up my reptiles
Make your ears ring when I sting like a scorpion
Pronounce him dead by four p.m.
Call me los kevorkian

Chorus (ayana m.):

Some do it for the money and fame
He just don`t wanna sell no more `cane
Now his flow is a beautiful thing
S-p-m, he`s a bird, he`s a plane

(2x)

Second verse (spm):

In hillwood, we didn`t have many choices
I`m hearin` noises, outside I hear voices
The coys is a family who didn`t have much
Except the love of a single mother`s touch
The lust of money, had me slangin` cane and weed
I was first on the block, and last to leave
Feel the rain as it falls on this, tricky game
Breakin` cane, clear your sinuses, like liquid dran...
Lift my name against my pain is used
To entertain, a simple thing in every city seems like...
S**t`s the same
Born loser, v-12 cruiser
I opened up a store for the common drug user
Thirty-six eggs, come from one chicken
Some of you ain`t livin`, f**kin` with the unforgiven
I`m wishin` I could hug those dead or in prison
They go to jail or hell just because it`s free admission
Man!

Chorus

Third verse (spm):

Five on the dot when I hit the crack spot
Thirty slab rocks in a little matchbox
Hoe ass cops hit the cut around seven
Got a fiend on the pipe, and arrested him for resin
F**kin` pigs want me so bad, they can taste it
But you bitches gonna have to settle for a basehead
`cause I don`t slip, broke quicker than a ship
Wrap a platinum hit, make the police captain sick
Backstreet legends, the world feel my prescence
I`m the first man to touch it when the dope gets to texas
You can keep the lexus `cause I bought two benzes
On the microphone I broke you off with one sentence
Stay aware for what`s out there, I smell hate all in the air
They asked me what my race was, I told them it was player
A very rare breed, almost extinct
The way I walk, the way I think,
The s**t I wear, the s**t I drink,
The way I stink, I smell like fruity hydroponic
When haters see my car, they turn around and vomit
I`m loco, f**k any player hatin` punto
You ain`t got no love for me? I ain`t got no love tan poco

Chorus