360 Degrees

Weeble-lations

Weeble-lations testin', testin'

Testin', testin'

Hey, turn my mic up, this a bitch, I got my dudes up in this motherfucker

That boy 8-all, 4-Tay, Speeze-weeze, Spice-weeze

You smell me? It's E-feeze

Motherfuckers ain't understandin' the signs of this

I cuss a motherfucker out

**** gonna be feelin' what I'm revealin'

Tryin' to do some healin' and at the same time make a million

Vibrate love and happiness in this ghetto maze

Hate us players, got this rhyme stayin' in a rage

Kill with a pill, broke game like Nintendo

Three hours an forty four minutes straight to Frisco

Bumpin' the rappin' 4-Tayzee, baby

Me and 40 Water in the big body Mercedes

Four hundred, five hundred, V twelve black coupe

None of my weebles wake that Barkley comin' out the roof

Chopper made your game on the strength

Man, we goes back just like them splinters an' 'em temps, uh

Met this bitch that was in Houston, said she was from Houston

Said her profession was stackin' major paper roll

First at times it seems, gold credit cards we get that ass

Went from Bennies to Bossalini's, collectin' cash

They whistlin', I'm glistin' like Sammy Davis

Born and raised in the Bay them haters can't fade us

I am the rapper that they call 4-Tay

360°, they can't fade the yay, fool

Fuckin' off in the Bay with some crazy ****

Gettin' drunk, gettin' high so they saved ya, ****

From the bottom of the stream to the top of the mountain

In the O straight clownin'

Talkin' 'bout what's goin' down an' these **** feelin' me

Soakin' up the love I give

****, all of us got kids, an' only got one life to live

But sometimes that shit don't matter

Animosity can lead we to ratta-tatta

Splatta

All over shit, leavin' tricks motionless

Drinkin' blood like I been spittin' fire like kiss

The only **** sick as this behind me

Is the gangster, S-P-I-C-E

Yeah, smell me, yo

Five albums in the game, five hundred Benzo in my name

Five **** in a bucket, five zig-zags to the brain

To the greedy lil' paper, I'm on the MTV news

I'm havin' slugs for shistey ****, tryin' to give me the blues

I ain't a motherfuckin' Italian but my crew run like the mafia

8-Ball, 4-Tay, Banks, and 40 water

And me, Bossalini, Freddy Chico, Chanelle shit

Met a couple of incidents where some **** tried to kill me

Just a part of the game, jealous **** out for fame

When steady bustin' at me is to give no name

But when they runnin' up on this motherfuckin' Don

They catchin' pieces of hell, hot slugs from a ****

That's fresh out on bail

Long time comin', baby, somewhere off in the hills

Me and 40 Waters choppin' it up, keep or kill

On the real about this underground lifestyle

Intoxicated and always heavily sedated

Bank's rocks the beat, I grab the mic and bust

Turn into a monster, eatin' weak MC's up

Smokin' trees up, pinnin' hoes knees up

Feds wouldn't ease up, had to put the keys up

Findin' Jesus, prayin' for the weak

Hopin' somebody's on the knees prayin' for me

In the midnight hour, somewhere on them drugs

In a room full 'o thugs, 40' tell 'em how it was

They shot my mama's house up, back in 1992

I keep goin' back an' play possum like I don't know who

If I knew who? What? When? Where and how?

If I knew back then, would I know now?

The rap game ain't never gon' be decreasin'

The only thing the rap game gon' keep on doin' is increasin'

And there will be no over night sensations them 40, 8-Ball, MJG

Only drip we been layin' it down since Trout season

Now, all of a sudden I look good as Toni Braxton

In a white house with toys of traction

Up-percussion, ya may wanna take a second look

You can find me in the Florida designs book

The hall of game, is a four twenty with chrome rims all day

Parked up under board of the set

****, this ain't none of that only reason I'm doin' a song with dude

And 'em is 'cause I want they region, recognize game

Game recognize game

Can't be no bigger pimp than me ****

360° of game, talkin' 'bout game, talkin' 'bout game

360° of game with hella bomb on the brain

360° of game, talkin' 'bout game, talkin' 'bout game

360° of game with hella bomb on the brain