Goldyn Chyld

Yeah, yeah

We gonna send this one out

To all the ****... that want beef... that got baby teeth

That's why you can't eat, you little faggot

That Preemo shit, Rassy Kassy, Goldyn Chyld

Ya know

Its the R-ah-A-S, K-A-double S

Eject the airbag, wreck a ****'s bubble S-Class

What's comin' next? Let's mash

Get so high walkin' I catch jetlag

If it ain't Hennessy and OJ – homie, miss me

Keep my hairline down to the Nike sign crispy

Spit be, strictly 'Mini-Me' Bin Laden's

Mixed with 16 men with life in the pen, ridin'

Gangsta – fuck how many records you sell

Get put on the 'Missing' milk carton in XXL

And it's nothin' – let's double the dare

Dick so deep down ya bitch mouth, I'll cum in her hair

Guns and ones in the air, **** with stripes

Shootin' kites, posted on low-rider bikes

Gat named Russell Simmons, "God bless and goodnight"

You done fucked up, like Crip Walkin' by Suge Knight

"That's what happens when you reach for what you can't feel"

"I be the..." "wild Goldyn Chyld"

"Come on, come on, yo..."

"Ask the crew if I'm nice, they all say 'true'"

"That's what happens when you reach for what you can't feel"

"I be the..." "wild Goldyn Chyld"

"The baddest flow..." "**** know..."

Guess I'm a rap ****, 'cause, homeboy, its a wrap

Commit a driveby out the Music Express van and toss the gat

Hop on a red eye to NYC though

D&D, linked with Preemo

And I'm hungry, so I'ma take what you got

Throw up a dub, spit at the camera like 2Pac

My rap style is chic/Sheek like two LOX

Word on a few blocks – my technique's too hot

I repeat – do not get it twisted!

Get your head a brick on Park and 106, bitch

Then catch me, arms spread at Halo, with an imitation J.Lo – ya know

Haters lay low

Who the only West Coast **** to air out Kay Slay mixtapes though? (Rassy!)

Mo' dirty, SC 430

Steering with my knee, eating a plate of beef curry, beyotch!

"That's what happens when you reach for what you can't feel"

"I be the..." "wild Goldyn Chyld"

"Come on, come on, yo..."

"Ask the crew if I'm nice, they all say 'true'"

"That's what happens when you reach for what you can't feel"

"I be the..." "wild Goldyn Chyld"

"The baddest flow..." "**** know..."

I pop my collar, pop pistols, and pop ecstasy

Boricuas call me Papi when they pop their "P"

Used to pop-lock at Locke in Watts

Pop locks and burglarize spots

Pop wheelies on the red and chrome Huffy, graduated to Suzuki's

Hot soda pop, or pop bottles at Sky Sushi

Ask me what's poppin'? Most likely your collarbone

Ever had the feeling when ya by yourself, you're not alone?

We Big Brother, and Big Brother see you

I'm hard-headed, my dick look like R2-D2

Mini-Me 2, speed through in the V-1-2

C-Arson style, know how we do

All money is legal, dead pres', and green eagles

You funny style like Bernie Mac, rapping like Beanie Siegel

Goldyn Chyld of the West, don't know how to act though

Kicked off the Up In Smoke tour for scrappin' with Staff Pro

"That's what happens when you reach for what you can't feel"

"I be the..." "wild Goldyn Chyld"

"Come on, come on, yo..."

"Ask the crew if I'm nice, they all say 'true'"

"That's what happens when you reach for what you can't feel"

"I be the..." "wild Goldyn Chyld"

"The baddest flow..." "**** know..."

"That's what happens when you reach for what you can't feel"

"I be the..." "wild Goldyn Chyld"...