Lyrics:

Ay, I think my shit kickin' in
What's the perfect hue of the sun, nigga?
What's the ETA on the blunt?
Yeah, on life, nigga, like
Alright, c'mon, let's get serious

Yeah, been around, versatile, South of France, Rosecrans
Pin 'em up, knock 'em down, baby, I don't hold hands (whoa)
Big booty, little dog, joggin' bark in her arms
Tryna get her fitness on, bitch, just hop in the car
Uh, I been around, marathon, Compton to Avalon
Me and Anderson, this is like Royal Tenenbaums
No one goes to cinemas, so we on demand
They want a hologram, it's TikTok and dances
Big shot, been the bomb, make me reminisce upon
I remember me and Dogg, swap meet, Dickies on
When was that? In '93?
You probably wasn't even born
Dre, I think you need to the trade Range for the '64
Shit, I've been going back and forth
Chevy or a Aventador, took a walk in the park
Nigga, that's your backyard
Say, Dre, where you get them shrooms with chocolate?
The same place that I saw them Gods out in Panama

Weave through the weed, smoke trees where my seeds grow
Let 'em try to press, get shot like a free throw
Uh, niggas want beef 'til they get their fucking teeth broke
I just want peace, they don't want me to be peaceful
You know I'm a king, look at how my Cuban link glow
Gold medallion flow, only second to the Nile
Girls gone wild, like them broads up in college
Looking at my child do the same thing that I did

Nigga, where was you in the eighties?
Reaganomics, we sold crack to mothers and their babies
Fiends was runnin' 'round with stolen shit to sell me crazy
But I took some shorts and a couple nicks of crack I gave 'em, maybe
Gave this bitch a sample, that's my test tube baby
Tell them fiends we back in town, ice cream, pastries
Five star general, bitch, I'm outranking 'em
Fiends gave me so much bread I had to start thanking 'em
Side hustlers stole some of my dope, I started spanking 'em
Talked the coke and asked the Jamaican accent, Shabba Rankin 'em
If you stole my shit with a nigga that helped you, walk the plank with 'em
Hmm, bruk him down, like a bomboclaat acronym
Shh, look don't tell your peeps, but all of my niggas are after him
Hmm, you're just a bitch, tell me, why you're actin' so masculine?
Hmm, who the fuck is he?
Tell me, why are the fuck is you asking him (why?)
And as I'm smoking the branch, watch me past the limb
I'm only here to collect my blessings, where the pastor been?

Weave through the weed, smoke trees where my seeds grow
Let 'em try to press, get shot like a free throw
Uh, niggas want beef 'til they get their fucking teeth broke
I just want peace, they don't want me to be peaceful
You know I'm a king, look at how my Cuban link glow
Gold medallion flow, only second to the Nile
Girls gone wild, like them broads up in college
Looking at my child do the same thing that I did