[Big Moe]. Huh, Wassup Boo. Maan, you stay talkin bout you're down wit me. But you stay on that complaining thang, you know what I'm sayin?. I aint down wit all that complaining and fussin and fightin man.
I'm still a playa, a confidential playa. I'm just tryin' to do somethin' right, so let me live my life. Even though I'm still hustlin', I know you want to see me strugglin'.
Well, it ain't no plex with the East and the West. With plenty drink for your kids and plenty of weed for your chest. So leave your pistol at home 'cause we ain't trying to go to war.
I'm talking cash, nigga. Gripping grain, swaging lanes. We talking cash, nigga. Candy paint on all them Range. . We talking cash, nigga. Don't try to stop my shine.
Long ago and so far away. I fell in love with you before the second show. And your guitar just sounds so sweet and clear. But you're not really here, it's just the radio.