Olde English

It's the nigga that you hate, hittin' bitches gettin' paid Splittin' swishers every day, bitch it's Eric J Here to claim this game, take this shit away from lames If you don't like the heat then you should get away from flames Huddled around 100 bitches, niggas don't know 'bout how I do How I ride so clean, how the boy so smooth, I'm steamin' when I'm on the move Hoes circle the stars like a pentagram Hit my dude up for a dub, that's an instagram Get the picture? See I deliver, each sentence vivid as scripture That's reminecent of Spitta, with little hints of some Jigga But more of me than anything, avoiding only wedding rings Hittin'-Hoes-Hard, Triple H, that's the pedigree I'm doggin' And please don't fuck with me when ballin' Cuz half you sucker niggas wouldn't fuck with me when fallin' My plane never stallin', haulin' ass from the officer She fuckin with the Squad then she gone have to suck up all of us Never let that pussy get your head gone Better focus on them pesos, unless that ho on payroll Bass line shooter, 'bout to hit em with that fade yo Smoke so much weed that I wonder where my days go Haze blown high, so niggas think it's cloudy If you on that fuck-boy shit, I suggest you stay from 'round me I run my county boundaries so much I'm losing calories Fuck niggas hatin' so they put a bounty out for me A pound of weed, feet up, chillin' on my balcony Puttin' fire to the earth, you would think it's alchemy I studied at academies that Hard Knocks would flee from Dustin' off my jeans cuz they covered up in weed crumbs Better join the Squad you ain't got no chance to beat them While you wishin' you could be them We them, niggas blowin' loud, in your town surfin' crowds Roll 'em up and burn 'em down, nigga, this how perfect sound I keep my jeans sagged, easy access for an ass kisser Used to say "that nigga?" now your boy is "that nigga!" Gotta get my stacks bigger Still a young, ignorant, cap peelin', 40 O.E. throwin' back nigga