Woke up this morning, smoked some sticky green to get me started

Chocolate thai, all in my eye, I'm never broken-hearted

Bang us in ya cars, bang us in ya Jeep bang that shit retarded

Bob Digi, Sun Zeini, P Sunn, 12 O'Clock

Two On Da Road on this 12 O'Clock

I love my brother to death that old hip-hop

Catch this, Hot Nix', you know? Big tits

I love my brother to death, nigga pussy to the rest

Shared a pair of Guess and an Eddie Bauer vest

A bitch named Celeste, I met her when I was goin' to cash

Def Jam cheques, she had some big ass breasts

I had to catch her like a short stop on the Mets

I nigga high off a dime from Gates and Best

Remember grandmother leavin' new with Selects

I remember Dirty Dog crashed his white Lex

I remember me and Meth in a dice game against Ghost and Deck

I remember Portland had Clyde Drex', remember 12 O'Clock is a vet

Big Dogs we put 'em to sleep and keep 'em on a leash

I move like days in a week

Niggaz don't know to face the names on my teeth

Niggaz carry a cold piece and separate the heat

Ain't scared of the motherfuckin' police

Yo, yo, guns jammed up, I'm crammed up in my lab

Six niggaz, six bitches, two thirds of 8 eight bag

One toilet, three weedheads, an alcoholic

And two niggaz hooked on pussy

And in the corner, was this brother who would study his lessons

And learned how operate the Smith and the Wesson

Still cut class and played hookey

Two fresh men from garbage can gave him nookies

Rolled the back of the bus with a gun in his socks

Big forehead, had ears like Spock

He was mightier than a truck load of gats

And bound to make a bitch come in six minutes flat

What up kid? Stay livin'

Seen you look good, you look live in ya linen

And you survived ninth innin'

The hood got us off the prop without women

All my niggaz that provide and ride to the end of this

Ain't nothin' but the real, yeah

Ain't nothin' but the real

Ain't nothin' but the real, yeah

Million dollar deals, rollin' on Chrome Wheels

Yeah, uh huh, yeah

Ain't nothin' but the real

... word up? Yeah, uh huh

We gamble the dice, remain humble

Scramble through the jungle of life

While I rumble with the foul and trife

Shots fired on the block in threes like Glen Rice

Make men think twice about the sacrifice

Black or white, write it for the world to hear

Write it for my fam who not here, who do care

Glance and stare, why, when you can't compare?

From the bottom of my feet, to the end of my hair

Move rear, cop the blue steel bare, groove to the snare

Bass and drums, see my face in the slums

Pedia Brown, media surround my sound

When you see me in the hood of ya town, respect my sound

Sample with black, criminal, chemical rap

Assemblin' hat, laced in a suit from Phat

Two on da road, got them bitches screamin', "Who Dat?"

Two with the plaques, two with the gats, it's like that

Woke up this morning, smoked some sticky green to get me started

Chocolate thai, all in my eye, I'm never broken-hearted

Bang us in ya cars, bang us in ya Jeep, bang that shit retarded

Two on da road, Bobby Digital, he's a gangsta

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, livin' it up, livin' it up, oh, no no no

Bang us in ya jeeps shaolin! Bobby Digital

Uh-huh, Sunn who? Yeah

Woke up this morning, smoked some sticky green to get me started

Chocolate thai, all in my eye, I'm never broken-hearted

(Get this money y'all)

Bang us in ya cars, bang us in ya Jeep, bang that shit retarded

(Get that money y'all, get that money y'all)

(Shout in pain)

Two on da road, Bobby Digital, he's a gangsta, no, no, no, no, no, no

(Seven days in a week, cocoa hazin', cocoa hazin')

(Seven days in a week, seven days in a week)