Giraffe Pussy

[Intro: Ras Kass] Ah. Lions and Lakers. I am Ras Kass representing C-Arson California with my nigga Bishop Lamont. And representing the D, Apollo Brown and Nickel. Royce Da 5'9"! [Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] I could swim the English Channel with all these arms I got Fully automatic karma tryna disarm my plot I’m honorin’ invites to fight, just wait there I’m givin’ out beats like the Dre pair I’m comin’ with straps like a straight jacket Nah I ain’t puttin’ nothin’ on Worldstar I’m creepin’ on yah, keep it under your hat like Sway hair Nickel, Razzy and Crook’ll spark The thought that’ll triple author the book of sharks I told my Phantom driver I said “Phantom driver, take me to the Opera Waited ’til we got there, then I shot him Just so we could look the part My bitch just sit in my bed and wait for me Even though all the threads’ snazzy, she never wear ‘em Your bitch a chickenhead, mines is inconspicuous Even on Twitter, I crack her head if she don't use an egg avi I've been possessed since the Nature Of The Threat drop Jordan shoe of recordin', you a whore to your label, your label a sweatshop [Hook: Xzibit] I feel so inspired, never kneel to a false messiah Gettin' higher than giraffe pussy Push me, I'm no liar, flatten you niggas like 4 flat tires Gettin' higher than giraffe pussy (x4) [Verse 2: Ras Kass] I'm higher than your ascendin' messiah On the original Easter, supernatural creature I'm tryna Worldstar every mothafuckin' feature Kick you while you're down in the face, Sharkeisha Niggas is lame, playin' a knockout game I hope all your mothers get the same, real talk This is hip hop on bath salts I be in the streets like lanes, litter and asphalt Why am I such an asshole? Probably my dad's fault It's an Austin thing, nigga Little rock, big cop Time is money, the guap is tick-tock Landed a 'copter in the jungles, me and Rick Rock Hopped out and showed the Bloods respect Cause I love the West, plus I got love for Hex Murda That means I love the D, what up though? My Cal d'in bitch gun tote, nickel plated snub nose So run home I be seein' rappers out standin' in the front row Secondhand blunt smoke For my niggas in the pen playin' tunk though Bring 'em 85 off that 36 months though [Hook: Xzibit] [Verse 3: Bishop Lamont] I can show you how real style gets spit Lava, underwater Volcanic my standard, I incinerate your blah blah You too green, new to this thing You soft niggas sweet like guava I like my bitches kinky, swallow nut like German lager Speakin' of German, I go off like V2's My word play is D-Day if I choose I'm unenthused with you phony dudes and your crews You Ali G in Borat Talk shit, I'm on your front porch like a doormat What you say? I'm SoCal, Carson City my locale I've been at this since niggas used to go see Cal Yeah, you ride my dick, too many on it like a slave ship My penmanship's a scorpion's tail tip, poison Deadly, I put lead in yah, more guts the merrier I'm Gonna Git You Sucka [?] like Hayes but never slippin' Slip the clip in, it's a wrap, get mummified Play Egyptian, Mumm-Ra, cartoon, your description Make you poof like Harry who? I'm no magician Listen, phony formats, don't fuck with none of that [Hook: Xzibit]