Rizzy Intro

[Verse 1] Champagne and weed all a fat nigga need Born in California, that’s the home of the trees Mom used to love Pac, she used to play him in the whip I be saying all the words and she never used to trip Got a problem with my brother and I’m swinging off the rip Made a hundred off my tapes, I used to think that was a drip Fans said quietest kept, you niggas sweet Magic music maker, all started with a beat Used to smell weed coming out my mamas room Now I got my own weed and it’s coming soon First girl I ever like taught me how to roll a swisher Smoked hella weed with her but I never ever kissed her Favorite Jordans still the ones or the fours Promotors still stuffing tiles underneath them doors Hella charges on my visa, smoking out that floor Prerolls by the dozen and I still want more Gazelle frame rocking, male groupies, they be jocking Prerolleds on the bus, in private club we trust Growing up, favorite team was the Bengals Now I’m balling by myself, ten chains getting tangled