Laid Back Toohda Band$ (Ft. Rio Da Yung OG & RMC Mike)

[Intro]
(Funk or Die)
(SDot on the track)

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
Just jumped off the plane in the Bay on some cold shit
I hope they think we ain't lackin', I got four sticks
Paranoid, so I do my verse holdin' a four-fifth
Caught a nigga backin' in the driveway, he got closed in
I ain't taxin' for a verse, I only want ten
When them boys walk in, that's when the show begin
Hold the stick while I walk the strip, I don't hold hands
Just got a pint of Wock' for eight hundred from an old man
Ooh, I'm finna pour an eight instantly
Shit, give me half on a pint, come sit with me
Rob the plug, nigga always get bricks for free
You gotta have at least a dub in your pocket, you wanna sit with me

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Spent thirty on my first kit, I'm a street nigga
Ghetto Boyz navy, nigga, they can't compete with us
I'm pourin' Wock', you sippin' Tris, it's a drink difference
FNs and .308s, I call 'em public defenders
New batch came out perfect than a bitch, I put my feet in it
Pour a four in a can of pop, I tried to fuck my bitch and fell asleep in it
Your bitch like a deep freezer, put my meat in it
Pussy got a lil' smell to it, I left skeet in it
Bah-bah, bah-bah, I made a beat in it
How you buy a Charger, didn't get the red key with it?
Chris Paul with the Glock 40, I like to feed niggas
Drop a deuce and fuck a rap bitch, I hit for three minutes