Ya’ll ain’t gonna learn it til the fifth blast
Every photo different whip lash
Surf school', splish splash
Styling on your bitch ass
Born with this swagger
Climbing up the ladder like a young Mick Jagger
I’m a rolling Stone, better leave the boy alone
Don’t let me in my zone'
I turn into David Coen
A little bit of chin music, chico that’s a promise
These rappers bouncing over like they Thomas
This is the reason Big a monster
Load up the chromie like homie from Cantra
Blocka, take that to the grave!
This is what happens when they don’t behave
I said, blocka, take that to the chest
This is what happens when they disrespect
Open your flesh like a doctor in surgery
I am not letting you blood suckers murder me Bang bang, chitty, chitty bang bang
Stay the fuck out of my lane and let me do my damn thing
Boom bap, now what’s fucking with that
Da little chrome four five is a helluva gat
If her ass real sat then I gotta say, 'hello!'
Take it to the crib and make it jiggle like it’s jello
Shoot the place up like the homie Carmello
Dig into the cuchi make her face turn yellow!
I’m just keeping it trill
Homie, there’s no lying
I’m rolling with the heat
Pistol Pete, Nolan Ryan
I’m just telling the truth, baby, there’s no ceilings
Cut throat O.J., motherfuck your feelings!
Anywhere it takes me I will go!
Take it back to the basics
We lace that track like ASICS
I’m’a give these haters nothing but a face lift
Then I’m outie like an all black A6
Hey, you wasn’t with us in the basement
When we was struggling to get a little placement
My brother came up through the cracks in the pavement
And now you’re looking at the squad in amazement
Hey, Surf school entertainment!
Fuck you and the crew that you came with
That’s my word to my momma, I’m aiming the Lama
At anyone dropping that lame shit, boy!
Fuck around and get assassinated
And by that I mean you gonna get decapitated!
Da-da-da school of hard knocks where I graduated
All you pussy motherfuckers get me aggravated!
Lebanon Don, turn them into wonton
You a dick rider homie go and get your pompons
Let them know now, they don’t wanna throw down
Hit them with the uppercut and dead’em in the first round
Get it cracking like I’m packing the mack in the back of the Acura
And now they’re trying to send me to Attica
I’ll be flipping this, you know I’m ridiculous
Everything is meticulous and I’m ready-ta ready-ta go!
Wait a minute, baby gimme a breather
Cause I’m about to hit the people with a bucket of ether
Got you mother fuckers looking like a puddle of pizza
I’m Chef Boyardee, brody, please to meet ya Your favorite MC, Eddie B is a Cheeba
I run through the track with the speed of a Cheetah
And I don’t understand how these rappers are leaders
When they go both ways like Julius Caesar
You’re mumbling something I don’t understand
I’m smacking you cats with the back of my hand
The Arabic man, I slaughter the lamb
The quarterback calling an audible plan
Of course it’s a scam, they want me to fail
Most of these rappers are dusty and frail
Fuck with me now, your homie is here
Light up a doobie and open your ear
Anywhere it takes me I will go!