[Hook:] Smoke sum'n, bitch! Blow a kiss to my dick, Wash my body with the sponge Feed me flavored rices, put the chronic in my lungs Tailor me a leather suit, on some Jodeci shit Bi-costal man we supposed to be rich
[Verse 1: Action Bronson] Leave the party with your daughter (little Deborah) In the morning do karate in the water Hear sounds of samurais, rockin' shorts in the winter, Don't fuck with splinters, roll with sinners A bunch of winners, catered lunch and dinner While my drug jar look so empty Drop a hook, and then I'll probably cop an M-3 Long nights (machete), that's an e-event Somebody try to get me then to heaven they'll be sent Oh, off the strength, caviar and porche taste! All the beans are getting boston-baked On thin ice I skate across the lake With the ccm tags, my feet are like Cassius, Smoke premium cabbage
[Hook:] Smoke some, bitch! Blow a kiss to my dick, Wash my body with the sponge Feed me flavored rices, put the chronic in my lungs Tailor me a leather suit, on some Jodeci shit Bi-costal man we supposed to be rich
[Verse 2: Ft. Riff Raff] Yo with eighty thousand shopping mall But we ain't browsing, popping hood At tresco towers, prowlin prowler, gucci towels in Bathroom viles, niles, ailes, aston-martins, Sparking one in valet parking, Loan sharking, hoping that my days don't get darkened, Cheeta skin, outside the park the propaganda Propellers. Ostrich feathers, security guards with 9 berettas Pulling up Wolkswagen Jettas Cause a storm in sunny weather, Sunny weather, it's sunny weather, Hoping that my days get - hoping, hoping - days get, Days get - better!