Zeze Remix

Red and yellow and pink and green

Come over to my house

Haven't slept, haven't eaten, know what I mean

What else more can I use?

Gotta prove to these fools we confuse

Not sayin I'm God I'm just a man

Except he ain't down with the Clan check the plan

Like the world knows Tara Reid's titties is scarred

What y'all trying to do, we already did it

When the pastor found out, his heart got colder and hard

Droppin' songs in the studio, bringin' a hit

Bringin' that thugsta, thugsta, thugsta, thugsta, gangsta shit

You met my Old Earth, you met my Old Dad

And two big homies, who treated me bad

Just as snaky as I wanna be, triflin dude

And keepin' it real like I should

I spit shot cause I'm in a bad mood

So we here now, so far, so good

Made the plant and made the food

But bout time you reach right through the crowd

Of chubby angels with harps floating on a cotton cloud

With head so vicious, ass like Tracey Ellis Ross

On the daily, rarely seen, often heard

Que vive les femmes par ma chair et mes os

I'm on Hennessey rappin' every line every word

Put your hands up, it's a stick up, you heard?

I bought my son a rolex with diamonds embezzle

Shining all day, you ain't on my bezel

We play this game for real time

Yeah, I ain't switched nigga

Tiga I feel that waitin' is a crime

Bound to be a grave digga

Go getter since goes to show nigga

Game in your brain for life

And I'ma continue to live li-ife

Soon you gonna hear us everyplace you go

Vacuum sealed head and my gab don't go bad

Lowriders became riders and dropped the low

Had to get what I never had

Who's bad? Who's, who's bad?

For there is not the problem

Asalaam alaikum to a Muslim

Never ghetto superstar, rather ghetto entrepeneurly czar

Why must I always attack what they're feeding you

Swearing you're a star, and thinkin' who you are

Pull up on the block, with grey on the blue

Let's get it on the floor and do what you do

You want some love, ask your momma or the lord

Long as my mic is plugged into my cord

Shooting people was a normal thing, no big deal

I got six hundred dollars in the bank motherfucker!!

Get enough the way she make me feel

I turn pure raw yay, into rocks of butter

It's showin from this test that livin couldn't get better

You, you ain't never seen a bigger threat

I'm rocking it HART, never skipping a beat

OPEN UP TO GREET YOU... LIKE THE REAPER!!

With the Lex and them hoes

Me and E up to par, wherever we are

But bitch you fucked with them pros

And I can't forget about Snoop and Baby Nose

And I'm, bout to get funked up, I said

I leave her to die while I grab the cooks head