Say Whaaat

[Verse 1: Ryu] I feel good Even though I shouldn’t I’m chilling so hard couldn’t tell you where the hood is I’m looking like a million bucks Sucka I’m sorry Jeep so clean might as well be a Ferrari Took off the top like an African safari Heading to the beach cause I heard the waves are gnarly No flip flops just a pair of old Barkleys Got the golden ticket like I took that shit from Charlie Hardly the day to complain Ima save that for later Right now I’m too busy being lazy as a gator Even if I seen a hater Wouldn’t tell him eat a dick Cause my shit is hotter than a chicken incubator is Got a smile on my face And a roll full of dough Feeling great cuz I just ate a hot bowl of Pho Make a stop at the store Grab a 40 for the road Who am I kidding make it two and a pack of smokes Chorus I feel good And it sounds kinda gangsta I’m sorry but I guess it’s in my nature Vibrating got the bass all cranked up Chilling in that ‘85 Samurai, say what [Verse 2: Apathy] Man I love these palm trees They’re so different from the east Subwoofers bumping beats Keep a lookout for police Cause I’m still drinking 40s like it’s 1993 Listening to a cassette of DOC and Diamond D Got a shirt with a koala and I’m rocking Wallabees Follow me But it’s kinda hard when I’m wobbly Cuz the turntables wobble gotta rock em properly Got em from my man who got em in a little robbery And I’ll sell em for a G They’re ain’t shit your telling me Cuz I know it before you say it like I got telepathy Want to diss before you know me well I know it’s jealousy Caught you walking down the street whistling this melody And I’m booming Im booming Ap is so fly it’s hard to believe that I’m human More like a mutant Start a revolution Better start cruising Before they start shooting [Refrain] [Verse 3: Scoop Deville] Booming down the block in the drop top Haters catch a soft spot Cuz I does it nonstop You ain’t got it on lock Run in to that pawn shop Try to sell that cheap chain trade it for a small watch Got the Uzi palmed cocked Got the posse on deck You ain’t puffing like me We could have a contest Not to disrespect but I really like your mom's breast Oops I mean your mom's fresh, I’m just being honest It’s funny all the shit that floats around in my self-concious I’m pumping up my ego People say I’m pompous Acting like a Chief like I fucked Pocahontas Maybe it’s just you ain’t used to being around bosses [Refrain]