[Verse 1: B-Real]
Shiftin' lines on the paradigm, sublime
On the streets of Cali, yo, it's grind time
Wanna see my name in lights like a star gleamin'
I wanna make you feel somethin', exorcise your demons
Every day's a struggle, tryna make a bundle
How can you stay humble when the streets love you?
I got a bad habit, I'm a winnin' addict
Livin' in sin, tragic life is fuckin' short, damn it
Can't afford wastin' time when life happens
Gotta get to everyday like the days of trappin'
Now we worldwide, it means worlds collide
And we killin' everything, so ride or die
[Chorus: Cozmo]
We move work at low rates through the whole State
And watch the money rotate
All gas, no brakes 'til my dough's straight
Now watch the money rotate
Now watch the money rotate
Now watch the money rotate
Whether the streets or rappin' we get it both ways
Now watch the money rotate
[Verse 2: Styles P]
Lost in the smoke, I know I came from nothin'
Inhale, exhale like the pain is nothin'
Picada drops and not even rain could touch 'em
Talk's real cheap if it's the same discussion
Turn on the beat if he just came for puffin'
Hit a strain, spit flame, now leave you a brain concussion
He don't play games so none of you niggas call foul
New York nigga, but you know I'm smokin' that North Cal'
Say it landed in, we headed right to the port now
Rather smoke four pounds than hit you with the four pound
So you want juice? Then visit me at the store now
I was gettin' tore now, before I tore a tour down
Global 4G star, hit you with the full clam
I got the burner, let's be real
I'm with Berner and B-Real
Twenty-four-seven high is always how P feel
Shiftin' lines on the paradigm, sublime
On the streets of Cali, yo, it's grind time
Wanna see my name in lights like a star gleamin'
I wanna make you feel somethin', exorcise your demons
Every day's a struggle, tryna make a bundle
How can you stay humble when the streets love you?
I got a bad habit, I'm a winnin' addict
Livin' in sin, tragic life is fuckin' short, damn it
Can't afford wastin' time when life happens
Gotta get to everyday like the days of trappin'
Now we worldwide, it means worlds collide
And we killin' everything, so ride or die
[Chorus: Cozmo]
We move work at low rates through the whole State
And watch the money rotate
All gas, no brakes 'til my dough's straight
Now watch the money rotate
Now watch the money rotate
Now watch the money rotate
Whether the streets or rappin' we get it both ways
Now watch the money rotate
[Verse 2: Styles P]
Lost in the smoke, I know I came from nothin'
Inhale, exhale like the pain is nothin'
Picada drops and not even rain could touch 'em
Talk's real cheap if it's the same discussion
Turn on the beat if he just came for puffin'
Hit a strain, spit flame, now leave you a brain concussion
He don't play games so none of you niggas call foul
New York nigga, but you know I'm smokin' that North Cal'
Say it landed in, we headed right to the port now
Rather smoke four pounds than hit you with the four pound
So you want juice? Then visit me at the store now
I was gettin' tore now, before I tore a tour down
Global 4G star, hit you with the full clam
I got the burner, let's be real
I'm with Berner and B-Real
Twenty-four-seven high is always how P feel
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