PASADENA VS. EVERYBODY (feat. PACO SWARTZ, JUST DAVE & G-LAFF)

I said every track I'm on they know I'm gassin' shit

Bad check I had my hood rat cash the shit, My main bitch mad as shit

Gun with the banana clip, Eatin' good a **** gettin' all fat and shit

Eighth in the backwood and I ain't passin' shit

Gettin' head while I drive almost crashed the whip, cherried up in every flick

Excellent penmanship, These **** decent, I'm beastin' and that's

the difference I mentioned with the Dena Elite, it' ain't

a coincidence But I don't even get my opinion, **** too sensitive

L-Gang with the business is

All we ever knew since we was lil' kids, I mix the yak with the lil' thizz

And we don't listen to they raps, they be tellin' fibs

G-Laff the summit street kid, The streets cold, so the heat BIG

Shit, I'm just tryna fuck Nicki like Meek did

Gotta talk it to existence, gotta think big, I say I'm confident, they say I'm cocky

Pasadena versus everybody

I say I'm confident, they say I'm cocky

I say I'm confident, they say I'm cocky I say

I'm confident, they say I'm cocky

Pasadena versus everybody

I say I'm confident, they say I'm cocky

I say I'm confident, they say I'm cocky I say I'm confident, they say I'm cocky

Pasadena versus everybody

So hot I'm like a heat wave, I smoke in traffic on freeways

This shit I kick it's like east bay, I was built for this sport, call me EA

See I was born in a war zone, Gotta stay tapped in like Morse code

Straight to my lungs is where the forest go, Can you take away the pain like cortisone

Unc taught me a few plays, a few takeaways Keep an ace tucked away, a different game to play

He said neph, if you can fall victim to a glass pipe, Or end up like Harold at a red light

you see I'm here right?

I say I'm confident, they say I'm cocky

I say I'm confident, they say I'm cocky

I say I'm confident, they say I'm cocky

Pasadena versus everybody

Eighth in the grabba leaf, Laff ain't past his shit

Mike gave me the beats like I'm the baddest kid

Pac big in these streets, let his status live, Snap card, got more bars than your baby's crib

As a kid I wanna live where Obama lived, Smoke hit my ribs, kid got Obama lips

I just wanna fuck Rihanna, everybody did, Got your daughter doing molly in a body thick

And since my raps is fatter, I changed the rhyme pattern

I be killing these ****, I guess my lines matter

Once I got to the top, I threw away the ladder

You **** coming for my spot, punch em in the bladder

Book a snapper, this your favorite chapter

Wrap circles around you **** like the ring of Saturn

I know I got the glow, sho nuff, I'm the master

Smoke my greener pastures and passed it to my pastor

I'm from the city where the roses grow

And the thorns drip blood, but you ain't even know

Top pen, pen chilling on the top floor

You think you right all the time, well I write more

Wanna find out where we at, take the 110 till it ends, baby, you know what I mean

All the way to the motherfucking end

Yeah, Pasadena, g-laff, Snaps, Paco

Well yeah, let's go, just fucking dave

Just the hustlers, baby, mikey towns

You know what we doing, come on man