Frost

Jet Life, that's all, playa Fresh weed in a glass jar, playa Not the body, Vampire Slayer Pull up strains like the guitar player John Mayer, body shaking, body snatcher Undertaker, come pick the track up, cause this was a massacre Spitta done beat the beat right side, left, and everywhere but backwards Holy mackerel, I'm low in the Malibu two-door, listening to Dizzee Rascal Right up your avenue, fly as a parachute, high as a paratroop-er Before he deployed You ain't a D-boy, you's a fuckin' decoy You ain't Bruce Lee, nor Bruce Leroy Can't kick it, Bruce Bruce, you's a comedy, boy, yeah My mission here is to destroy the wackness On all facets, from all factions Fools are all papers, you suckerish ashin's Cash out, nigga, that casino magic My girl from Cincinnati, my weed from Cali Feel the blitz, like the O-line was happening High Times, evergreen pine, we snappin' trees in half, and use that to make hash with Habit of having my paper straight Holding it down, I'm a paperweight Knock-off baller, your paper fake You fallin' off, and I'm home plate safe How else can I call it than how I see it? Can't say your name, cause I ain't see ya Flow cold, inside door of the freezer Fo' hoes chose, but I'm in a two-seater Follow in a cab, or I'll catch you next weekend Either way, baby girl, a nigga ain't trippin' Pleading, please, I'm peeling off Now you realize you was dealing with a boss Never took the ride, but you took the loss Got your friend in my drive with the top taken off At the crib, her top get taken off And she can share the details when she wakes tomorrow... Yeahh