Tapas

Better know what it'll cost ya, sixteen ounces of pasta Big buds like a Rasta Run in my house and I'll pop ya, won't tie me up like it's Shottas Y'all just impostas Cut off you like you some costs, born and bred to be bosses Smoke til I'm nauseous Align myself like I'm chakras I get big plates, you get tapas Y'all just some floppas You'll have kill us to stop us If you don't feel us you not us She call me Papa Dance in the bars that's topless I'm nice I let her keep the profit She a punk rocker All of her outfits are poppin That lil pussy stay poppin I see her often Go out to eat, we don't go shoppin She know the weight I be coppin We just be coughin Ridin round, her head be sloppin Told her for her to use her noggin She don't want problems She know her daddy be mobbin Deepthroat this dick til she sobbin She my lil rider If you wanna take her? Then try to Never had anyone this deep inside her She my confider Omitter but she ain't a liar Swearin she never been tighter Who got the fire? Put 10 pounds in the tire All of my life's like The Wire Distribute, conspire Don't let 'em see you perspire The day you die's when you retire Who gettin tired? If life's a job you'd all be fired You always looking so tried Wondering why Scared to jump so you never fly Fronted so you never buy Who gettin high? Day to day, you gettin by Bay to the A, yeah I fly CA state of mind When you grind it's just a matter of time I'm tryin til they flatten my lines Used to pick seeds out of dimes, now I plant seeds under lights Saw em but didn't read the signs, so I adjusted my sights Better know what it'll cost ya, sixteen ounces of pasta Big buds like a Rasta Run in my house and I'll pop ya, won't tie me up like it's Shottas Y'all just impostas Cut off you like you some costs, born and bred to be bosses Smoke til I'm nauseous Align myself like I'm chakras I get big plates, you get tapas They better have cash, sixteen ounces of hash Up under my dash Concentrate like some math, they hesitate I'ma pass Ain't takin the chance Try me and I'll make em dance, like Tommy Guns in my pants Triple threat stance, pull up and shoot on ya mans I need it up front in advance They bangin like pans, I just got me and my fam "Tierra o Muerte"—that mean death or land Please understand—you ain't free til the deed's in your hand All we can do is do all we can Stick to the plan, get greasy or stick to the pan Get rich—stick it to the man Live on your knees or die where you stand Either way, we'll be gone in the end Better know what it'll cost ya, sixteen ounces of pasta Big buds like a Rasta, run in my house and I'll pop ya Won't tie me up like it's Shottas Y'all just impostas, cut off you like you some costs Born and bred to be bosses Smoke til I'm nauseous, align myself like I'm chakras I get big plates, you get tapas