Sammy Sosa

[Verse 1] I like my music like my life Turnt up, turned 'round I'm lookin' for that wife See those fiery darts and I duck down Hip-hop head on the trill track My T.R.U.C.E. shirt, it's still black I'm still crankin' that C-Lite cause, boy, sin is still wack Yo, meet the team, they uptown Still down to clown when I come around Rich told the kids to man up, or there might a man down And yup, few things changed since I moved off of that island To the Westside where they wylin', Mexicans to [?] So throw it up, four up Too twisted, don't get it twisted That's in and out in case you missed it My [?], don't mean a [?] My life is His, ain't scared to risk it Still hate religion, take me alive I'm still surprised, He changes guys That's front back, and that's side to side Shoulda seen the kid, was Slim Shady Used to dream of ladies and Mercedes 80s baby, hey, baby Scumbag, call me maybe? Got turned, that's 180 Jesus saves, Word bond, yo See Johnny out was John though Now I'm runnin' with the truth like Rondo No tag on my toe I'm alive, J. Frankenstein Dark to light, that's Michael Jack It ain't where you from, it ain't where you at NY blue Yankee cap Christ crucified, it sound dope, right? Black man, red blood They askin' how it's so white [Hook] Dark to light, that's that Sammy Sosa Dark to light, that's that Sammy Sosa Dark to light, that's that Sammy Sosa Dark to light, call that that Sammy Sosa [Verse 2] I-5, change lanes Rotten apple, I'm switchin' trains No yellowbone, just black and white I'm losin' weight, child of the light Child of the corn, my darkest night I'm eatin' right, don't hold the toast Just bread of life, let's hold a toast I'm gettin' hype, that fruit, right? My team ain't scared of Illuminati Clowntown, we gon' ride it Jump jump, that House of Pain Bass loud, goin' wild Dark to light, dark to light Say it twice, my Mike Jones I'm mollywhoppin' that micphone I put it on for my time zone ? said stick and move Ray watch, it's shown proof I'm still standin' on 66th I used to jock those 22's I'm 24 and you better believe me Grace saw that kid through 23 So if you prayin' for the weak say a prayer for me Shouts to my doctor, West coast and my vato Still say a prayer for that thuggish ruggish No Farrakhan, all the homies love it Was dead and gone, now we ride above it Beef with the dark, no Klux Klan Pac-Man, I caught that Ghost Shout outs to them, Sammy Sosa [Hook]