I drive up and down Harlem blocks Iced out watch Knots in my socks Cops think I'm selling rocks Pulling me over to see if I'm drunk But I'm sober They wouldn't fuck with me if I drove a Nova Listen Columbo you're mad because your money come slow And what you make in a year I make in one show Now you wanna frisk me and search my ride Call me all kinda names try to hurt my pride You're just mad cause I'm a young cat, pockets dumb fat Talkin' bout: Where the gun at? I been there and done that I'm through with that illegal life, I'm stayin legit I love to see cars come cruisin' bye and playin' my shit I walk around with six thou' without a pist-ol, my whole cliques wild I'm rich pal, no more sticks I'm makin hits now I drink Cristal, I'm through breakin' laws I don't sell coke anymore, I do tours So get that flashlight out of my face To bring me down them Jakes'll do whatever it takes Word up them federals got my phone and my house tapped Praying that I fall for the mouse trap, I doubt that
Yeah Yeah I Know sometimes I like to spit rhymes Crusin down the block committin felony crimes, Might toss some dimes while im hittin stop signs Im addicted like a pimp snortin some lines
