Well, hey y'all, míralo, es mi tu compadre, rhythm rollin' lace and dope song para su madre, para su padre, su primo también, para su prima, you can tell her to bring all of her friends, this is a habits event, so it gon' turn up, feelin' like familia, the speakers is gon' burn up, what y'all talkin' bout, y'all never heard us, tonight just a taste, only scratchin' the surface, it's a feel to be feelin', you felt it, a little healin' when I'm cookin', when I'm heatin' the ceilin', I'm tryin' to relieve stress, take weight off your chest, with all the hate gone, love in my eyes, feelin' the best, I'm slammin' TDs while you settle for three, I'm puttin' birdie shots while you out in the trees, I'm spittin' fire, burnin' a million degrees, and I'm a 25-year OG like Ice-T.

See, when I'm comin' to ceilin', there's lifted feelin', the rhythm is so appealin', y'all turn up, I'm a tip-toe at it first, then I'm a bringin' in worse, I hope Babylon burn up, keepin' it 100 when 80% are frontin', for 50% or nothin' won't serve us, I ain't payin' penance for those not in attendance, cause truth them y'all don't deserve us.

Sometimes the silliest ones, get control and do more damage than guns, full jumpsuit, gremlin, throwin' wrenches for fun, and retribution seeks the wicked, dry throat and fat tongue, possibly afflicted, impossible, you's evicted, we all paid the price, you was addicted, unfaithful then ungrateful, you claim the love label, but most hateful, the kind we don't let ride, you falsified, fugazi I know you tried, but what not true dies, it's easy to try, despise usin' half-truth lies, and forever give up blessings when the white dove flies, that's why I'm smilin', my style is givin' somethin' to take home in their heart, most people will give you nothin' but a headache while complainin' I press eject button, pull away from most, I'm askin' you for somethin'.

See, when I'm comin' to ceilin', there's lifted feelin', the rhythm is so appealin', y'all turn up, I'm a tip-toe at it first, then I'm a bringin' in worse, I hope Babylon burn up, keepin' it 100 when 80% are frontin', for 50% or nothin' won't serve us, I ain't payin' penance for those not in attendance, cause truth them y'all don't deserve us.

See, when I'm comin' to ceilin', there's lifted feelin', the rhythm is so appealin', y'all turn up, I'm a tip-toe at it first, then I'm a bringin' in worse, I hope Babylon burn up, keepin' it 100 when 80% are frontin', for 50% or nothin' won't serve us, I ain't payin' penance for those not in attendance, cause truth them y'all don't deserve us.