Rotate (feat. B-Real & Cozmo)

Shifting lines from the paradigm sublime

On the streets of Cali, yo, it's going on time

Wanna see my name in lights like a star gleaming

I wanna make you feel something, exorcise your demons

Every day's a struggle, trying to make a bundle

How can you stay humble when the streets love you?

I got a bad habit, I'm a winning addict

Living in sin, tragic, life is fucking short, dammit

Can't afford wasting time when life happens

Gotta get every day like the days are trapping

Now we worldwide, it means worlds collide

And we killing everything, so ride or die

We move, work it, low rates through the whole state

And watch the money rotate

All gas, no brakes till my dough's straight

Now watch the money rotate

Now watch the money rotate

Now watch the money rotate

Whether the streets or rapping, we get it both ways

Now watch the money rotate

Lost in the smoke, I know I came from nothing

Inhale, exhale like the pain is nothing

He could dodge drops, not even rain could touch 'em

Talk's real cheap if it's the same discussion

Turn on the beat, the fijis came from something

Hit the screen, spit flame and leave your brain concussion

We don't play games, so none of you **** call foul

New York ****, but you know I'm smoking that North Cal

Say you landing in, we heading right to the 'port now

Rather smoke four pounds than hit you with the four pound

Say you want juice, then visit me at the store now

I was getting tore down before tour tore down

Global 4G star, hit you with the full clam

I got the burning, let's be real

I'm with Berner and B-Real

24-7 high is always how I be feel

We move, work it, low rates through the whole state

And watch the money rotate

All gas, no brakes till my dough's straight

Now watch the money rotate

Now watch the money rotate

Now watch the money rotate

Whether the streets or rapping, we get it both ways

Now watch the money rotate

All dedication, no education

Living life every day like I'm on vacation

Beach houses seem to be my favorite destination

Fake friends, I'm sick of seeing smiling faces

Look, twenty years got him shook

Another loss took, cold-hearted crook

And what a vision, I just wanna see my daughter smile

Money pile in the closet, man, that shit is wild

Love the struggle, it just make the hunger much realer

I'm on top, millionaire, ex-drug dealer

I bet the smoke in my lung burn much cleaner

Than burnt rod with a toolie on them street-sweepers

Bulletproof Cadillac, that shit is presidential

Pretty model bitch, got great potential

Dirty money hidden all in the rental

Top dog in the game, I'm on another level

We move, work it, low rates through the whole state

And watch the money rotate

All gas, no brakes till my dough's straight

Now watch the money rotate

Now watch the money rotate

Now watch the money rotate

Whether the streets or rapping, we get it both ways

Now watch the money rotate