Say, my nigga, huh You not gon´ believe this shit when I tell you this, cuh Nigga, I had the craziest motherfucking dream Listen when I tell you this, my nigga
I had a dream I was back on Death Row Records We gon´ take a trip right now Like we always do about this time No, we didn´t Haha, yes, he did What the fuck is up, niggas and niggess? Oh, yeah We back up in this motherfucker
You wouldn´t believe me even if I told you niggas My game is cold, I could still mold you niggas Roll you niggas a fat stick of that chronic A hundred sixty million dollar man (What?), bitch, I´m bionic SN, lesson (Huh?), step in (What? Huh?), automatic weapon Death Row, oh, no, can´t let this shit go I think about Pac, I think about Sugе, I think about Nate
I think I left a small piecе on my plate I´ma rework this shit and get a few things straight Not here to debate, just simply wanna vibe and create Smoke a little sticky-icky, drop my vocals on tape And call my lil´ cute bitch who loves smokin´ on vapes Let that settle in, Death Row back in Cuh gon´ let ´em in Ain´t no love lost, nigga, understand me? Those my carnales, that´s my family (Haha) We back on buzz We ride for each other ´cause that´s what it is, nigga And that´s what it was Harry-O got freed up, unfinished business