everybody know me

], come on, we back baby, swishahouse, t.f. mr. lee, p. wall, i got the screw tape playin in the deck, so i drive slowly, got them swangers pokin, yeah the slab hold me, everybody know me -, cooler than a fan, money in my hand, stashed in them brown paper bags with them rubberbands, i ain't got to say nothin, everybody know me, everybody know me, everybody know me, ballin is a habit, that money i got to have it, i'm an addict for that paper, my hustle is automatic, my presence is so jurassic, these lames is so tragic, i'm lightin that cali cactus, so i'm higher than an attic, i'm choppin up the block like a garbage disposal, so the boppers' proposition an indecent proposal, i'm cool like popsicle, been grindin since i was little, on this pool pick narratin these proverbs and riddles, i'm fresh like green bananas and fly like continental, 'cause i stay up on my grind late night like jimmy kimmel, in that pomegranate slam with the roof convert, five stars under the skirts, call it famous footwork, that cali is active when lil' keke got the trees lit, tiltin the bumper kit, i'm flippin with the screens lit, ridin with the big dogg, we, sippin the stuff to cure my cough, pardon me, i'm throwed off, with the screw tape playin in the deck, so i drive slowly, got them swangers pokin, yeah the slab hold me, everybody know me -, cooler than a fan, money in my hand, stashed in them brown paper bags with them rubberbands, i ain't got to say nothin, everybody know me, everybody know me, everybody know me, smoke it up, break it up, speed it up, slow it up, cut it up, screw it up, do it up, who involved? do it to 'em uncle dogg, everywhere i've flown and gone, been know to bounce some balls, my entourage, stay in charge, i could never camouflage, doggy do it extra large, coppin to a lesser charge, paul wall your next in charge, s is hard, reppin hard, press 'em hard, tech in core, blast 'em like nessie mars, yes a star, i'm a bad mother, i'm the only rapper known by your grandmother, and your preacher and your teacher, ain't that a trip?, moshi moshi acuagru ain't that a bitch?, that's japanese little homie, you should learn to mingle, see snoop dogg is international and bilingual, i'm in the game, got the fame and the money mayne, and everybody know my motherfuckin name, uh huh, come on, correct me if i'm wrong but god damn i'm fly, in my famous stars and straps, no suit, no tie, i got the heavy starch crease, so i'm sharp as an ice pick, i'm swangin and bangin and holdin grain like a vice grip, i'm high as a ceiling fan, i'm flyer than superman, i'm hot as a frying pan, 'cause baby i'm the man, and i'm leanin like a kick stand, stackin up them grands, from t wet to batan, that wood grain up in my hand, roll it up and pass it, as i cruise through traffic, slow motion candy ocean on this antique classic, i'm superseedin my quota, out collectin these dimes, my speech slurred 'cause i'm leanin like a half passed nine, i'm tippin down on them craigers, i'm skatin like darren harper, with a trunk full of speakers beatin hard like travis barker, the money in the stash, paid for make stack, i'm swangin till the fo's clack, drinkin codeine extract,