Sit back and let this douchey clog up your mind. Yeah. Sit back and let this douchey clog up your mind. Nigga. Sit back and let this douchey clog up your mind. Would you? Sit back and let this douchey clog up your mind. Yeah. I'm a nigga to keep it myself and don't fuck with nobody. I'm quiet, I'm thrillin'. Why they all so flex? May God protect the nigga, put the trigger on my cousin. Now I might be crazy, but as I cruise in my Mercedes, I ride by niggas that wanna scream. Hit it up swiftly for the police car. I'm immune to the shit, cause I want it with the niggas in the hood, and that's how we play. Wanna feel the must break? Hit your gym. Like 11 niggas, I ain't killin' yet. Nigga, whatever I can't say. See, flip again. Little A got the upper hand, cause he got the red bing, dead, dead man. You can see a nigga dance with a little mask, and he passed on the bloody blast. And the innocent niggas have never been up in the first place. Fuck, you got your curse today. Ha! Wanna die hard? Nigga, wanna get up back and buck and fuck shit up? Do what you want. Show the bitch cause he more real than mine. And when I let loose, you would feel the fire. Nigga. Killin' my degenerate, cause I got to get the money, get the platinum for the pay. But I'm a bigot, thinkin' bout my business, and I gotta do some flippin if a nigga ain't got my pay. Sit back and let this fuck shit clog up your mind. Sit back and let this fuck shit clog up your mind. Sit back and let this fuck shit clog up your mind. Sit back and let this fuck shit clog up your mind. Mind, mind, mind. For the love of the money, I keep spittin it, yo. Just a platinum nigga that'll let him hang low. Slangin left under 44 magnum though. Put him lettin niggas know I'm not takin no show. So when you gettin all y'all in Texas, I'm jackin it. Nigga, you better figure again and quit plottin. Takin over that cabin, ain't stoppin. To the top, double clockin and it's not forgotten. From Eclair, Wriston, Bone, fuck niggas with Eazy-E. And we made it. And a nigga wanna hit me cause I'm famous. Fuck him, leave him dead in the streets. You can't blame us. Never finna catch me without my heat. When I'm pluggin in the streets and I'm rollin. Thuggin bout a dozen deep. You can't fuck with me. Feel the pressure, ride a pistol on low. We'll blow you up. Y'all know we don't worship sin. If the horse demands it, we tear and scratch. Wanna be blessed, come fast. Understand that the wait's for sin to be dead. Back and let this bird shit roll again. Mind, mind, mind. Say, back and let this bird shit roll again. Mind, mind, mind. Say, back and let this bird shit roll again. Mind, mind, mind. Say, back and let this bird shit roll again. Mind, mind, mind. Man, I didn't promise that all the songs would last from today until after tomorrow. And if you follow the end of the world, shit'll come as soon as I wanna swallow. I know, I know. Hey, better get down from my thang. Give me a cough and bet that my soul's gonna get you close and I'll be mine. Welcome to the lab where all of my chemicals unfold. I'm rollin' up on my roof and takin' a holiday to my papa. I'm on the wall rest when I lay to rest. Callin' niggas out, I'm stressin'. Demon was screamin', I'm painin' when I cookin' things up. When I got up and I learned my lesson. Glass of water, my mama had me. Black as a papa, now I'm a dirty. Gonna reach the peak of happiness. So I get praise in a face glass. Blasphemy, blasphemy. Said, I'm off to the bomb. To the rock and I set up to die. I'm feelin' the fog on my mind. I'm all in fog. See the news, study essence and all that. Stand apart the distance of me dead. Facing these standards, and I won't retreat. Make a hit and shake it from the day. Shake that dick. For the love of money, make all crazy. Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Better easy, tell me. Rubbing your pen on my smile. Say baby, baby, baby. Bang for the grave. See nobody sweating on the stage. Turn up the mids with the glitch. I'm a papa, my way in the trap. Flip is my funk. Say, black girl, what this do? She can pull off of your mind. Yeah. Say, black girl, what this do? She can pull off of your mind. Come on, come on, come on. Say, black girl, what this do? She can pull off of your mind. Would you? Say, black girl, what this do? She can pull off of your mind. Now give it to me. Yeah. Gotta sit back, smoke a chug. Meditate, mental state with the bomb. We on. We still in league, three bond. Givin' you what you need. We on. We still in league, three bond. Shot you, drop you, pop you. Let em know bone ain't no hoes. No. You heads makin' me feel alive. You wanna feel my motherfuckin' 4-4. But I gotta stay clean. Cause, ooh, that LSD green. I mean some cheese. Me and my niggas in this motor, motor. But we on this beat. Ready to ride. When it's time to ride. Ready to kill. When it's time to kill. You gon' die. You gon' die. I betcha. If you really wanna ride down bone, then come on. Come on. If you really wanna ride down this thug shit, come on. Come on. Come on. Back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.