Sun God Sam and the California drug deals
Rain drop Wayne and the Bangkok love bills, hard
She knows that I'm crooked like Owen
But still goin' like a paradox
Parasite, know it ain't right
Where the fan, now?
She knows that I'm horny like Triceratops ('Ceratops)
Together, but separated like a pair of socks, wow
Like pot, using both hands
And his head is the oath
I only follow with escorts now, call it sticking to the program
Fucking all the police, addicted to the pole dance
Come here like Pol Pot
You love it over here like gold watch (gold watch)
I would treat the box like it's UPS
I would treat the box like a sneaker head
If you shake and throw it like a match with a cigarette
Then drop it like a match on a gas trail
Fix another round for the mob, you the bomb
Like Jihad, up and down
To the guard to the back fell
Still wanna
Put my meat up in your V like I'm Maxwell (Maxwell)
Stick a fork in it, dawg, it's important to y'all
But it's pork in it, so it ain't important at all
So underground, laying with a torch in the hall
When unfortunate calls from the horoscope, cards and the fortunes and balls
Outfit so small, saw a portion of drawers
Career slide off the track and put the Porsche in the wall
Like skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Yeah, who couldn't figure out he was in Magic City from all this rambling..... :sayword: