Grown man bars, Cuban cigars

Blowin' smoke all the way to Mars

The universe is ours, even in the ghetto tarot cards

It read we would all become stars

The block made us hard, the street poetry in these scars

We park our low-riders in the yards

We put the euro whips in the garage

Light some more cigars

On planet earth, blowing smoke to Mars

Dodgers

Started from the bottom, no problem, I call her Adabor

Spot 'em in Impalas in Autumn, I found a pot of gold

Luke scripture 15:11, I'm not the prodigal

Son, but I'm the one returning to get a lot of dough

Something like American Idol, I let my talents show

Unfair advantage like Calicos at the Alamo

**** want smoke, I distribute it like a manifold

Wanna be a savage like Travis, I got the antidote

Yo, Jesus piece hanging like they strung his neck up

Yeah, pockets like a doctor, I'ma run a checkup

Yeah, peepin' what I'm eatin', almost vegan

All that seasonin' every evenin', diseases beat me to heck ups

Squeezin' the ketchup, seizures are next up, the way it is

If I die, who gon' make a way for the kids?

I was thinking about my mother strugglin' to buy a baby bed for her son on the same day I paid for my crib

These are

Grown man bars, Cuban cigars

Blowin' smoke all the way to Mars

The universe is ours, even in the ghetto tarot cards

It read we would all become stars

The block made us hard, the street poetry in these scars

We park our low-riders in the yards

We put the euro whips in the garage

Light some more cigars

On planet earth, blowing smoke to Mars

Dodgers

Grown man bars, I can't believe I can say that

Got me thinking about way back, mama watching Pat Sajak

Spin the wheel while the wheels spun outside in a great act

Legend to legend drops

His top split from the same Mac-11 he sold a couple weeks ago

That's a no no

Passed it and got shot, that's that ol' give and go

That was project livin' though

Hanger stuck in a TV, a fuzzy Arsenio while a neighbor braidin' my fro

I was to and fro' studios, switchin' up flows

Dabblin' in blow, hopin' the popo don't kick in my do'

What do you know, this rappin' shit happened before the trappin' shit

Fasten my fate, I'm actually havin' a moment, y'all wait

From buses to i8, the projects to my estate

This is way deeper than rap, God is great

May I continue to break curses and scribble these great verses

I pray that I'm giving more than I take

Young and this is

Grown man bars, Cuban cigars

Blowin' smoke all the way to Mars

The universe is ours, even in the ghetto tarot cards

It read we would all become stars

The block made us hard, the street poetry in these scars

We park our low-riders in the yards

We put the euro whips in the garage

Light some more cigars

On planet earth, blowing smoke to Mars

Dodgers