Lyrics:

Its an art, swing your bat like jack clark.
Catch me after dark hittin' Richmond on B.A.R.T.
Raise the curtian, night club dweller straight flirtin',
But be up with the roosters when the birds start chirpin'.

Show shocker, love sea food and red lobster.
Heart knocker, a tiga blaze the Garcia Chopper.
With a mouth full of weed and a mind full of greed,
Stampedes with no fees with a mouth to feed.

Just walk dont talk if hawk without a fader.
Leather coat like Darth Vader, still screamin' I'm a raider.
Not a savior, playa of the Finga banger.
Nick named bullet 'cuz I'm one up in the chamber.

.45 caliber raps ready to snap.
Lying like pinocchio on two twin tracks.
.45 caliber raps ready to snap.
Baby wore some jeans that exposed her gap.

Put together better than a Roman Scarlet letter,
My dress code reacts to the mood of the weather.
Fish tailin' on the freeway my tickets turn to warrants.
Alcohol and eggs my tiga said pork.

Spittin' wide eyed my mouth piece is a gift.
Sink ships get chips, check the quality shit.
Pinky nail shaped well on a path to hell,
That how it feels when your pockets and got no mail.

Clientel, better keep 'em 'cuz i picks 'em up.
One minute you the nigga now a bump in the trunk.

Mind gone Al Capone on a snith.
Smellin' like Ck one on the bitch.
Day dreams of being drug free and having a wife,
Gets between my bread makin' and my hustlin' life.

Nigga .45 caliber raps ready to snap.
Lying like Pinocchio on two twin tracks.
We put in work, my nickel defense stays alert,
All Star Chucks squeakin' up the turf.

Nigga banned from the spot like Vanilla Ice
Wishin' nightmares as i tell you nice dreams.
Stay in persuit, my whole world revolves around loot.
Drinkin' Coconut Juice, wearin' Kenneth Cole boots.

Most of my tigas slang weed or crack.
They say the bigger the peelin' man, the bigger the cap.
Comin' like wolves in a whole damn pack.
Check it.