Tellin You

[Verse 1: Pheally Blunt]

I'm a seven squad Afro General, gorilla grizzly

With a ET finger that fuck Monica Lawinsky

Insane in the membrane, Sparking up the Rick James

Fuck who you thought I was, bitches call me big main

Deranged lunatic, suicidal sicko

Filling my prescription up at LA Confidential

Got a chronic case of needing medication for my mental state

All the psychiatric dialog couldn't penetrate

My dome, my head, my skull my cranium

Mainly cus my brain plate is laced with anti-anuim

Mediterranean herb and this cup of syrup

Might make me sta, start, sta-stuttering my words

Rippin off my shirt like I'm Hulk Hogan

Hot boxing in the Rigo and I'm claustrophobic

Plus graphic my blunts stretch like Mr. Fantastic

High off that breaking breath now puff puff pass it



[Hook: Mike G]

Im tellin you on the coast that's how we roll

Roam the streets like the cops on Patrol and stay gold

If they trip they pay a toll odd future wolf gang man we on a roll

I'm tellin you on the coast that's how we roll

Roam the streets like the cops on Patrol and stay gold

I'm telling you I'm to cold to control

You're to average to advance and I'm to hot to hold



[Verse 2: Mike G]

I can pull women at traffic lights

A color blur on turnpikes

If my shows were instructions

You'd wanna learn twice

Not one for jokes

Try not to tolerate with foolishness

180 Airs on I'm above every influence

A walking atomic bomb

Shit that I be on it borders phenomenon

Might just inspire song

Most n***as think most women are faithful

But their mostly wrong

Cus if she see's my car

She might think I'm James bond

We drink and smoke

I teach my chick to blow them O's

I can wrap up health in the street

To the studio

You know how the game goes

I just show you how to play it

Me and girls from videos

Get triple x rated

Its about the time

Ima hold the game for ransom

Materialize from my imagination like green lantern

Never panic when problems arise

I shield my eyes

Cus bright lights blind

Sometimes when I drive

So feel the vibe



[Hook]



[Verse 3: Left Brain]

This is what the west do

We put it in the air and we don't smoke no boof

N***a this is left brain spitting in the booth

Rollin up the sticky and im sippin 100 proof

Chili cheese fritos, chilling with my people

Rolling up that og like a corn inside a burrito

Eating some chicken and waffles over there on Picos

Or I might be copping some Taco's Over at Tito's

They say every picture tells a story

Your bitch looked at mine, she can't ignore me

I dont hit her up that much but she hit me up

You know how west coast n***as is we don't give a fuck

So I'm telling you I ain't going no where

Im be up on the west till i got grey hair

N***as know its left brain

On the mutha fuckin base, the drum the snare



[Hook]