4am - Bay Bridge Music

I'm like a lightning bolt that catapult from cloud to cloud

When you hit the library my style is in the rap files

I like to shake dice something like a Cee-Lo champ

I used to smoke weed, man, all up at the Nike camp

I crack crab Hans Solo with Aliotos

Then watch the waitress get nervous to try to ask me for a photo

I'm something very bolo, I stand there like a cholo

I'm knocking like it's polo and that's a little cocoa

I'm out to stack funds and watch the scratch come in easy

Relapse, leave your batch sprung

Brain testaments like I'm the last one

Homies love me, fucking around and catch something

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

Eating 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 dipping

I'm fine tuned and groomed just 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 your Doc Giggles or your Willie Wiggles

My crossover dribble penetrate me to the middle

I'll spin a better web, milky like a silky spread

Man, do it like a baker, get a oven for your bread

My rhymes will penetrate and seep through your metal

Takeover, I'ma strait EQ the levels

Bass and all the treble, you get all hyphy

What it look like, somebody stepped on your Nikes

Rolling with the Pisces homie, King Nicky

The freaks brought the purple and we brought the Phillies

Yet, this ain't play pimping money, I'ma stay getting

And network through chirps to get bay bridging

Shit, I really live it, leaving you frame frigid

Don't worry 'bout your digits or any the punk critics

It's all blower, thinking like, so what

Right now bouth them automatics like a robot

Blow top, Lacoste the perfect cuff

Fall out up out the mall, just purchased stuff

We work the cuts tough every track and whatnot

Catch 'em being lazy, sitting at bus stops

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 with mine and traffic mashing

P-p-p-party, K-k-k-khan

Man, walking through the Crown Plaza with my Bally's on

I like your conversation, baby, you can carry on

I like that car right there, yeah, 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

Man, like the pharaohs did or little Darrel did

You know the streets is like life between the barrel kid

You know I rush like a bull at a bull fighter

You wanna hang, mane, you gotta puller all nighter

I like 'Vo tires and with the right wires

I smoke much weed is what the God's telling me

I'm like a felony mixed with 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