yeaaaa buddy

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, breh, it's time.

It's time, breh (aight, breh, begin).

Straight out the green dungeons of rap.

 

The map drops deep as does my argo.

I never sleep, 'cause to sleep is the bre of embargo.

Beyond the walls of dawg, life is defined.

I think of chinese when I'm in a francisco state of mind.

 

Hope the deck got some wreck.

My trek don't like no dirty neck.

Run up to the cheque and get the tech.

 

In a francisco state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The yellow map?

You complain about rap.

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the rap.

 

I'm rappin' to the money,

And I'm gonna move your honey.

 

Red, purple, blue, like a check

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a deck.

 

I can't take the rap, can't take the em.

I woulda tried to talk I guess I got no stem.

 

I'm rappin' to the honey,

And I'm gonna move your money.

 

Yea, yaz, in a francisco state of mind.

 

When I was young my bre had a diadem.

I waz kicked out without no mayhem.

I never thought I'd see that gem.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my bre's hem.

 

A black snake is quite the cake.

 

Thinking of chinese. Yaz, thinking of chinese (chinese).