Black and Yellow

[Intro] Yeah, Hip-Hop Weekly Reloaded Shouts out to everybody (ha ha) See I how did that? I got them all in one swoop Ssuutt ssuutt! [Hook] The West Coast ain’t the same without me Cause I'm packing metal, packing metal, packing metal, acting ghetto This how we do it in the LBC Packing metal, packing metal, packing metal, acting ghetto Ssut ssut this is C.O.B Packing metal, packing metal, packing metal, acting ghetto Turn it up let it vibrate the streets Packing metal, packing metal, packing metal, acting ghetto [Verse] I’m from the hood where grandparents are 35 I don't bang, I hustle but still I’m certified Last nigga who shot me, homie, I heard he died Cause my address is 187 East Murder Drive All the pain in the my past I gotta verbalize It can’t stay on my head, I gotta circumcise My tears drop on the song, they don’t prefer the eyes A chick left me for that but that was her demise Money cars and jewelry that shit had her astounded She searched for the essence of me and bounced when she found it I’m a complex figure, I’m a never ignorant getting goals accomplished Grew up in a lot of projects, Loch Ness, hot mess nigga On a conquest to digest liquor In a contest to progress quicker Than any in 2011, by making my thought process sicker Bigger, stronger, faster Homie tell me is it a fact Through negative thoughts you can make yourself a prisoner If so I call them thoughts some unwelcome visitors Music is therapeutic, I’ma get help from listeners I told you on "Sober Up", I don’t need therapy right America’s nightmare carries a mic And I stay far away from snake fake character types I vow to never fuck with you like I married a dyke Keep it real when I make a joint Streets tried to break me, couldn’t find my breaking point The other night I had a dream I seen God he was a beam of light His physical form was human being like He gave me a couple of warnings in order for me to keep my life Can’t tell you what but I can say that he was right I dream 16's homie, I don't need to write Pick up a pen in your session, I’m just trying to be polite Cover my genius up cause rappers are envious When I say I finished my verse they like “is he serious” 5 minute lyricist with an emphasis on a structure Plus the details I describe in the sentences (ahh) Mind you my timing better be live from the Genesis I bet metaphors and one liners are limitless First I’m on the West on some menace shit Then the spit'll be in Italy in a gondola, on some Venice shit Bars beyond bars has its benefits I’m Favre, busted chin, fractured ankle I don’t know when to quit (never) And old rappers when you see me, don’t say "Hi" They call me cause I’m fucking with Shady I say "OK Bye!” [Hook x2] [Outro] Y’all ready know man, motherfucking Horseshoe bang bang in the house Pi, Remy, Iceman, P.W.T It’s a motherfucking worldwide organization called ssuutt ssuutt C.O.B Nah mean? And you old niggas, don’t pick up the phone and call me no more Cause you didn’t call me back then, so don’t call me right now OK Bye! BRRAP!