Lyrics:

this song was on “The Playground”, CES Cru’s hit LP.
Music Video
I give a
Fuck what you've heard about
My Cru in the street, through word-of-mouth
My block they shopping the curb for couches
And poppin' the locks off of urban houses, while
Y'all rocking them urban outfits
Move 'til you drop, and they serving ounces
Dressed hella clean like a firm accountant
So when a cop trip he don't worry about shit
You don't know us, you can get the business
Tax you for cash and conflicted interest
My flow caress, so CES, we coalesce
We're throwing a show, one set, no requests
Claim the Playground, tear the place down
Hold 'em on the walls, then spit out tank rounds
I pull the tank out the house
Send the ransom to my PayPal account
Drop the dope, fresh photo op and pose
With a Roscoe Moe, and an Optimo
Ces-philes is coming, better lock your cribs
Sikenomics.com and cop the fence, it's hot shit!
Something that you got to get
Lil' change in a pocket to profit with
These dudes sell firebag
You sell the brown with big frowns, tell 'em why you mad

You don't know where I am at
See that chip stack, they eyeing that
Me with Dean rely on that
My back, he keeps an Ion Dat
You don't know where I am at
See that chip stack, they eyeing that
Me with Dean rely on that
My back, he keeps an Ion Dat
An Ion Dat, an Ion Dat
An Ion Dat, an Ion Dat
You don't know where I am at
See that chip stack, they eyeing that
Me with Dean rely on that
My back, he keeps an Ion Dat

You are now rockin' with the best, blaze the weed up
Cop pound, better dump and re-up
KC with the counters on
And I can't kill the pain with a Tylenol
For the chick to the back of the club who's stumblin'
And the ones on the wall all mumblin'
No, I don't got a whip, stop wonderin'
It's no bank roll coming in, but no limping
All the way to the bank, rolling
Everybody wanna know if I'm holding
Not if the whip is stolen
I got a Nike to put the dough in
Co-defendant with a codependent
Dependency to release the sentence
Bang on y'all like 'Stop resistin'''
Blaze chronic and light the incense
I like to mention the flow is Bombay
And any gold digger better go find Kanye
Giddy up, get around of my way
Catch the train, Nina with a bag of Tre-Fo
Stop off 'fore you catch a case
And the wolves in the cell gon' scratch your face
Better know when to act your age, retract your rage
Better when they get it nowadays, it's all day

You don't know where I am at
See that chip stack, they eyeing that
Me with Dean rely on that
My back, he keeps an Ion Dat
You don't know where I am at
See that chip stack, they eyeing that
Me with Dean rely on that
My back, he keeps an Ion Dat
An Ion Dat, an Ion Dat
An Ion Dat, an Ion Dat