It's a long day Friday. It's like movin' all this weight. Got Xzibit up tight, right. Partner came through with two white boys (Dude). Talkin' noise bout a hot spot.
So it's one fifteen in the mornin'. I'm comin' up, a hard day, serve. We gettin' drunk smokin herb and the third dike you roll. Non-stop cash flow. Twenty thousand dollars and the rest cuttin' Yayo.
The official representative, LAC. This is prophecy manifested by X to the Z. Victory, strike a B-Boy stance in khaki pants. Never get along like red and black ants, advance.