Yes Los
I think I'm gonna do this beat a little bit better than erm Mike Jones and err Wayne
You know we do it live in the lab, Gin and Orange Juice

Uh, I'm a die with my finger on a Swisher'
Never mind I'm a die with a million dollar business
Cherfin Music, camp boys better mind your fucking business
When I say I got birds I ain't talking 'bout pheasants

When I say we gettin' numbers, I ain't talkin bout digits
So I ain't talkin records, when I tell'em that I did it
To all my "U City" homies, I swear I'm committed
Cherfin music entertainment, bout to start our own business

Wanna hear a little story, well here is the beginning
I'm addicted to the pot, money and fast living
And I gotta big fetish for them ball cap-fitted's
Leave in the Louis store, make sure everything fit us

"U City" North Denver got a lot of people with us
And if you're not with us and then I'm sorry you're against us
But I'm a let you know, that nobody win against us
And I ain't talking restaurant, when i say Johnny Rockets with us

Okay I buy a blunt, and I know how to split it
Cos by the time you rolled a blunt, I already lit it
People say I changed, but I ain't acting different
Still walk in the bar, get your chicks 7 digits

And your whole crew, you guys are pathetic
Cos when we hit a lick, we let the whole crew split it
And then we call you back, and saying that we did it
And by the way homie, the moneys been spended

Shit my life is a movie homie, you should try to rent it
It's called my shoes don't fit you cos my kicks are the biggest
See 2 cell phones , 1 for bitches, 1 for business
Got 2 nostrils, 1 for smellin, 1 for sniffin

Call your boy Richie rich, shit I made a couple wishes
Sicily, "U City" bitch, went from rags to riches
Still put the roga to your throat, make a fucker ribbit
Say again freestyle, well there was a snippet
Los , Mr.Los