[Intro: Jay Worthy]
Check it out (Con–Con–Conductor)
Yeah, Con, you know I got you
My brother, for real
This family right here, yeah
[Verse 1: Jay Worthy]
Like a Vietnam vet, I'm still trying to get my dick wet
I'ma get high, yeah, let her suck me like Skip said
That might went over your head, drinkin downers, no Sudafed
Dressed in red, no valentine, but funk love instead
Foolish bread, the type that come in off of what we said
Rapper shit, I was still young when I was brackin, kid
The Lexo, bubble eye edition, had that bitch on Fig'
Reminisce to Smokey while I smoke on Biggs
In my bed like peas, this the life I live
Talk it 'cause I lived it like Blood, this the life I lived
Made it out of pimpin, some still in it, shit I dodged a bid
Fuck is this? My fee a hunnid thousand since I dropped with Wiz
Holy water, Bangkok sippin, I retired this
World wide Worthy got them singing like they from the set
Dead Prez Vol. 2 CD in my red Benz
Never hung with hookers for the look unless she lookin rich
Now look at this, the AP plain Jane, the Prezi look gold as piss
(I'ma keep going)
Niggas don't feel the Piru in your voice, it don't come off vulture
I'm a west boy 2L rider, Gonzalez, real funkster
Oh, he from Canada, Indian tour make you still wonder
How he stack better than Blood? Bitch I'm a real soldier
Wars with across towns, wake up, serve a opp like a cup of Folgers
If B-Rule mama don’t know you, then I don't know you
Four-deuce, hopping out of Bentleys but it’s Bei Ru
Stay true, I don’t switch up, bitch I stay on
Roll down the windows, do you got Grey Poupon?
Doot doot, stain you like ketchup, the white we wet up
Check it out (Con–Con–Conductor)
Yeah, Con, you know I got you
My brother, for real
This family right here, yeah
[Verse 1: Jay Worthy]
Like a Vietnam vet, I'm still trying to get my dick wet
I'ma get high, yeah, let her suck me like Skip said
That might went over your head, drinkin downers, no Sudafed
Dressed in red, no valentine, but funk love instead
Foolish bread, the type that come in off of what we said
Rapper shit, I was still young when I was brackin, kid
The Lexo, bubble eye edition, had that bitch on Fig'
Reminisce to Smokey while I smoke on Biggs
In my bed like peas, this the life I live
Talk it 'cause I lived it like Blood, this the life I lived
Made it out of pimpin, some still in it, shit I dodged a bid
Fuck is this? My fee a hunnid thousand since I dropped with Wiz
Holy water, Bangkok sippin, I retired this
World wide Worthy got them singing like they from the set
Dead Prez Vol. 2 CD in my red Benz
Never hung with hookers for the look unless she lookin rich
Now look at this, the AP plain Jane, the Prezi look gold as piss
(I'ma keep going)
Niggas don't feel the Piru in your voice, it don't come off vulture
I'm a west boy 2L rider, Gonzalez, real funkster
Oh, he from Canada, Indian tour make you still wonder
How he stack better than Blood? Bitch I'm a real soldier
Wars with across towns, wake up, serve a opp like a cup of Folgers
If B-Rule mama don’t know you, then I don't know you
Four-deuce, hopping out of Bentleys but it’s Bei Ru
Stay true, I don’t switch up, bitch I stay on
Roll down the windows, do you got Grey Poupon?
Doot doot, stain you like ketchup, the white we wet up
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