[Chorus: Kobe]
Imma just chill, lay low and stay breezy,
Out here these streets is so greasy,
That's why I get high.
I'm in the coupe, finger to the sky,
Doin' about 100 in the fast lane, windows wide open,
Doin' about 100 in the fast lane, windows wide open,
Screamin' out ‘fuck the world'!
[Verse 1: Beanie Sigel]
My baby mama trippin', my son need Pampers,
I'm itchin' for a cigarette, my lungs need the cancer,
My liver's askin' where the liquor's at?
And Mo' Money, Mo' Problems is the anthem,
Sing along if you know this song.
An ex con turned good, forced to turn back hood,
Turn loose to a world no good, every application rejected because of his record,
A lot has seen this movie to the credits,
Livin' in this ghetto with no question.
High blood pressure, stressin', high gas prices, searchin' for a high to suppress it,
Some people turn to the church and search all hope,
Lookin' for that ribbon in the sky,
But there's a chair and a rope for most, who can't hope,
And a note when their last tear cry, goodbye.
[Chorus: Kobe]
Imma just chill, lay low and stay breezy,
Out here these streets is so greasy,
That's why I get high.
I'm in the coupe, finger to the sky,
Doin' about 100 in the fast lane, windows wide open,
Doin' about 100 in the fast lane, windows wide open,
Screamin' out ‘fuck the world'!
[Verse 2: Bun B]
I mean, I'm sick of lies they keep tellin me,
The bullshit propaganda that they're sellin me,
I just caught another felony, and mama sayin this time is all on me,
She ain't bailin me out, no money for a lawyer so I'm stuck with a P.D
Reppin on the side with a CD.
I keep askin him how does my case look,
All he do is tweet and update his Facebook.
I had a fight last night on a IAH, gave me 6 more months, I'm lookin at a year,
Say he want revenge, Imma show no fear, don't make me have to earn another tattoo tear.
Dear God, I wonder can you save me,
Because these four walls got me goin crazy.
My shawty bout to have my baby, so me, I gotta get it, no if, ands, or maybes so fuck the world!
[Chorus: Kobe]
Imma just chill, lay low and stay breezy,
Out here these streets is so greasy,
That's why I get high.
I'm in the coupe, finger to the sky,
Doin' about 100 in the fast lane, windows wide open,
Doin' about 100 in the fast lane, windows wide open,
Screamin' out ‘fuck the world'!
[Verse 3: Beanie Sigel]
The game different, these young bucks got it twisted,
All this snitchin', I came here with it,
I just seen dudes sell with a lizard that hug they kids and kiss their wife on a visit,
These young chickens out here bumpin' kittens,
Male teens and skinny jeans, they're out here switchin'.
Mic check, listen, the glove glisten, the moon walk,
The Thriller theme, the jacket, a hundred zippers.
The earth shiftin', the earth speakin', earthquakes in China tsunami and Cali driftin',
I'm tryna circle the Kaaba, cry and kiss it.
If you believe all you can be then why enlist in?
All you these in foreign land without permission, open your eyes and ears, people, listen,
The last days is here, dawg, the time is tickin',
Until judgment day clear.
[Chorus: Kobe]
Imma just chill, lay low and stay breezy,
Out here these streets is so greasy,
That's why I get high.
I'm in the coupe, finger to the sky,
Doin' about 100 in the fast lane, windows wide open,
Doin' about 100 in the fast lane, windows wide open,
Screamin' out ‘fuck the world'!
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