This is ridiculous, man, you know

I told—ayy, this that sober flow, yo

This, this that shit, man, that just make you sit and say "Damn!"

Kurupt

Ayy, enjoy yourself

This is a party, and it's in the West Coast

That's the shocker, right?

Hey, look, I ain't gonna tell you again

Hahaha, look

Born and bred it, I stay breaded

Let it be, spin it on the needles, inject it

Intravenous, affect 'em like Lennon in The Beatles

Project it like projectiles in loaded weapons

Like my mind's my Gatling gun

I inject the mic, I consider it a favor if you save it

The bullshit, I stay churching in the pulpit

Akhi watch me like white folks watch hockey

I'm in Hawaii sipping sake with Chris and Maki

Talking 'bout stocks and bonds with cheddar and broccoli

Famous? I'd rather be broke

With nothing to lose, under the radar

Hoping to be like these **** I see on TV

I got dollars, fuck the fame, I learned the game from Eazy

The rhetoric, we get rid of it

I consider it a great compliment to see you imitate the West and shit

It shows me just what the West did

And plus the fact that I was involved in it, we evolved

And it's a great day for Californ-I-A

I love the new New York anthem, I fucks with Jay

But now it's time for mines

No disrespect for anybody in mine

Sip a little champ', heavyweight champ

Modern day vampire, I'm a live wire

Gotti esquire, empire lava lop fire

Don't try us, we pious, call the quagmire

Intelligence has always been underrated

Kurupt, he's always been underrated

Underrated, never faded, ain't afraid to say it

I call your name out, bitch ****, I ain't afraid to say it

I don't use the regular slang that I used to

And this type of honesty you ain't used to

And this type of **** winning I ain't used to

But I guess it's something that I gotta get used to

Gotta listen to it even when I refuse to

I don't sell a lot of records 'cause people don't like me

I ain't mad at them 'cause I don't like me neither

Either way, I'ma keep breathing, receiving these blessings

Heaven-bound, a hellhound retrieving these lessons

Murder sessions, aggressions

Some sections, the essence, effervescence, progression

Every second's a lesson

I progress every second, always making my quota

I done had so many cars I feel like General Motors

And now I got a house the same size as Pomona

Want some prolific vocals? Then tell your local promoter

This Gotti

Hahaha, what's happening, y'all? It's Terrence Martin and Kurupt

Well, actually, it's Kurupt and Terrence Martin

So, I guess they call these, these things

These, these first presentations on an album the intro

I'm gonna call it the beginning of the moment of truth, ya dig?

'Cause the truth will set you free

And Streetlights will set you free too

Don't run from it