got shit 'Cause every time I turn around y'all on the L.O.X. dick Niggaz that's narrow, I just smack 'em wit the barrel Give it to 'em at the light,
's make it clean and run out the spirits I know a diving bell when I hear it We're going down, now, under the surface Light to dark, can shift in an
powder. Bright blue speck of light, cause from handstand Dime in the jukebox, '65 Mustang Pepsi Cola, palm tress, The Fonz Mad stab with bayonet, girls spin
hold it down right down to the ground... (Verse) Pleasure the light mic the treasure strangers in the night Can't fight the spinning (lining) of pearl
I'm on Highway 2-7 need a natural graze road I'm already blowed, hit third I'm a be be blowed some mo' Pulled up, stop parked, rims still spinning Valet
, in 87, 88 I couldn't ask for no better weather I'm right next to the Pacific to be specific The candy paint job glows under the moon light As I close
got your man running LL the boss Like luke wit the force My techniques ugly Dirty like rugby Drop jewels like yoda my young students love me All rappers are under
all about it... Guess what I'm a serial killer, it's a bad habit I killed Tony, Lucky Charms, and the Silly Rabbit, Cut the lights, see that shit, I'
free On the west verner bus number 73 All the way in the back she was humping on me until i strangled the bitch and stuffed her under my seat I got off
up the Henny, Coke and light up that dro I'll pull up the Henny, Coke and light up that dro Light up that dro, light up that dro Light up that dro, light
Jay, make this the last request at your party While the playas try to spit at them shawtys So we can get out of here So if you're spinning, you spin we
ya know? Now I'm on highway 270, needin' Natural Bridge Road I'm already blowed, hit third I'm a get blowed some mo' Pulled up, stop parked, rims still spinning
you We gotta stop you, pop you partner, you gawfin' Get up outta the way when Techa N9ne be bustin' Gotta give it up I'm a veteran like Edison I'ma light
up into shreds. And there off! Now who is gonna be taking a early lead, Is it Suger foot in front of Lighting, NO, Lighting's up under
lick Thugs with the Chevy's, thugs with the trucks The real gun runner never run when he bust Henny and he mobs in the front, smoke a 'dro blunt Sippin' with a fifty sack under
shine All you one hit wonders only in it for the spotlight Spend half a million dollars still don't sound tight Bring truth to the light I write rhymes for the under
under, waiting for the sun up Go down so I can clown, late-night creeping That's how we kick it, every day is tha weekend We came to smoke (Yeah) Light