First Verse (SPM):
The Dopehouse, got it snowin` in the summer
Drug runner, fuck the I`ma gonna wanna
Fast learner, attack like piranhas
My next big hit`s called Hubba, Hubba, Hubba
I smoke her cuz I love her
Bought a Danny Glover
Now I`m burnin` rubber in somebody Baby Mother
From the gutter diggin` in your trash can
Fuckin` with my niggas it`ll be your last dance
I came up off the cut, buyin` `Lacs and trophy trucks
The only thing I sell is submersible products
My all-white Chucks turn a man into dust
You wanna meet the Devil, ha? You in a bad rush
I`ma keep a smile, I was born the crack child
Got the rap game shinin` up my reptiles
Make your ears ring when I sting like a scorpion
Pronounce him dead by four P.M.
Call me Los Kevorkian
Chorus (Ayana M.):
Some do it for the money and fame
He just don`t wanna sell no more `cane
Now his flow is a beautiful thing
S-P-M, he`s a bird, he`s a plane
(2x)
Second Verse (SPM):
In Hillwood, we didn`t have many choices
I`m hearin` noises, outside I hear voices
The Coys is a family who didn`t have much
Except the love of a single Mother`s touch
The lust of money, had me slangin` cane and weed
I was first on the block, and last to leave
Feel the rain as it falls on this, tricky game
Breakin` cane, clear your sinuses, like liquid Dran...
Lift my name against my pain is used
To entertain, a simple thing in every city seems like...
Shit`s the same
Born loser, V-12 cruiser
I opened up a store for the common drug user
Thirty-six eggs, come from one chicken
Some of you ain`t livin`, fuckin` with the unforgiven
I`m wishin` I could hug those dead or in prison
They go to jail or Hell just because it`s free admission
MAN!
Chorus
Third Verse (SPM):
Five on the dot when I hit the crack spot
Thirty slab rocks in a little matchbox
Hoe ass cops hit the cut around seven
Got a fiend on the pipe, and arrested him for resin
Fuckin` pigs want me so bad, they can taste it
But you bitches gonna have to settle for a basehead
Cuz I don`t slip, broke quicker than a ship
Wrap a platinum hit, make the police Captain sick
Backstreet legends, the World feel my prescence
I`m the first man to touch it when the dope gets to Texas
You can keep the Lexus cuz I bought two Benzes
On the microphone I broke you off with one sentence
Stay aware for what`s out there, I smell hate all in the air
They asked me what my race was, I told them it was player
A very rare breed, almost extinct
The way I walk, the way I think,
The shit I wear, the shit I drink,
The way I stink, I smell like fruity hydroponic
When haters see my car, they turn around and vomit
I`m loco, fuck any player hatin` punto
You ain`t got no love for me? I ain`t got no love tan poco
Chorus
