Rimpau’s Finest Nipsey Hussle

[Intro: Nipsey Hussle]
Light that shit, nigga, smoke that
All the chronic in the sky
Feel me, feel me

[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
Stop, look, and listen
Crank your box, turn up your system
Bang it on the block where you pitchin'
My synthesis is reminiscent of what rap missin'
My gold glisten due to the zones I sold in the district
I got bitches, that got niggas, that got digits
When she hit the mall, it's his cash she shoppin' with
She know my size, it's 36 and 10 in kicks
So she spend it, then hit the women's shit and shoplift
It's crazy how many ladies call me "baby"
Monica and Mercedes, Tamika and LaShay
We be up all night, fuckin', she suckin' monkey bites on my swipe
Smokin' blunts like this must be life
But then it's back to the grind and grizzly, ya'm'sayin'
With so much work, I chop rocks iwth guillotines
I want big things but them thoughts is still a dream
So I'm on the block until I get the cheese, 'cause
The paper, the cash, the dollars, the profit I'm after
You savin' a stash, shoebox and what's under your mattress
I stay on the ave, I've been watchin' the murders happen
I hit the alley, get a sack and burn a blunt and pass it
On the block, on the bike, on the handlebars I'm rollin'
Duckin' them choppers that talk and watch when they patrollin'
Chrome super soaker, pockets with rocks bulgin'
Double ups under Folger cans, don't let the man know this
Pull up, what up? What you need? Bounce
Eighths to quarters to halves to the whole ounce
My niggas use methods to stretch it and zone out
And connect with Mexicans sendin' pounds down south