(Honorable C.N.O.T.E)

Yeah

It's Guwap

Album

This for everybody, everybody, that been through some

Mama work for Quaker Oaks, gettin' tired of them— folks

I told my mama "Gone retire", 'cause her son worth a lotta dough

My brother went onto the service, what the fuck you do it for?

We tote AKs like they was legal, ****, we from Gresham Road

Cross the street from Randy Logan, now we call him Joe Blow

I count 50 off every ounce, now I count 50 every show

50 thou' to show you how, every chain I bling it out

It get real hot around 6 o'clock, so you better not get caught at the store

When the red dogs and the black cats, pull up it's a crack back

I got Air Max and I'ma run like Carl Lewis 'cause I can't even go through it

I had an '84 Buick, I was 17

I bought my first car, cash at 15

I'm lyin' right now, God strike me, first lick I ever hit made nine G's

Can't reminisce, I got enemies, FN'll knock out your memories

Can't press me, can't pimp me, I send a fuck **** to Emory

Nine-four degree emergency room where you gon' be full with IVs

I got a red Bentley, I got a red Charger, I got a red Rari, and got a red Jeep