Royal Flush

I am the wrong nigga to cross and the first nigga to jam

But the AK-cuatro siete over microphone in hand

Goddamn. Generation uno, Dungeon Fam

The lab is filled with potions of emotions out the ass

I laugh when you think that you have seen the last

But it's only the beginning my nigga don't be so fast

Pass gas, slow it down to a screeching halt

Impeach the President cuz he don't think before he talk

Iraq, got that; now he gunning for Iran

North Korea got that shit that make LA look like Japan

Our land, nah man, more like the +Caribbean+

+Billy Ocean+ body's potent take up all your strip and land this

Selling glass and blasting. Machinery sling past

Next stop: Bowling Green. Blink flashing

Glow my ass off. Po-Po they try to harass

My dough - ching cash - and I sit in my dash and vent

You know the W that come from Dirty Bast

Bird baths. Love to stunt, we got birds with gats

Fly past, buy NASA, caught up with the cash

Why blast when you know we in your crib? Bypass

I mastered. What? The treasurer of getting ass

Whip assing. Red pipe and leather; slick nasty

Sassy, but at the same time raspy

Plug me a thug, your mother eating plaster

Styles will change. They say change is dang-erous

As a King standing on the terrace

While his partner pointing up at the riflemen

Coward shooter, never know when your life will end

Then live like there ain't no 'morrow

And if one come then this the motto

Now I put message in bottle

You go to the nearest beach and open your car door

And walk to the place where the sea meets the land

Yeah, it's easier to run the street than walk in the sand

Hey, I'm talking young man. As if chalk in my hand

I will take y'all little ass to school

It's cool when the kids call me Sunny, the hood calls me Stacks

The B's call me honey, Hollywood calls me back

Crack and I have a lot in common

We both come up in the 80's and we keep that bass pumping

That's a nega-tive comparison, embarrassing

Unfortunate that if you come up fortunate the streets consider you lame

Ha, I thought the name of the game was to have a better life. I guess it ain't. What a shame

I don't slang. Never slung but I'm one with the slum that has a name well fitting

Plenty cheese getting. No wonder why they call it the trap

So watch your tail and I'm not kidding

The rats and mice will give advice, they say, "you can paint and draw

Get out of here. Go show them that we're more than slanging raw."

That's when I broke into my Big Rube impression

And I tried to enlighten but that night I learned a lesson

That the morals that you think you got go out the window

When all the other kids are fresh and they got new Nintendo Wiis

And your child is down on her knees praying hard up to God for a whopper with cheese

Do you B) hit the street hard with a flair

Or do you A) go to school for heating and air?

Dare make an honest living or make a crooked killing

Or do a bit of both until you're holding on a million?

Brilliant. You got one foot in, one foot out

You put your left foot back in and then you shake it all about

You do the hokey pokey til you turn your life around

That's what it's all about. 3000 out