[Verse 1: Sam Lachow]
Uhhh, Part 4, oh my god

Uh, Part 4
Huckleberry crack
Uh huh, I'm feelin' terrible everybody get back
I'm talkin' 24 hours, 48 hours, uhh
Just pulled out another, I should probably take a shower
I've been wearing the same damn shit for like 2 weeks
I've been givin' 'em sneek peaks
Lettin' 'em lose sleep
Who he? Careless
Runnin' this town barefoot
Careful, but why does reality not scare him?

[Verse 2: B Skeez]
Yeah!
Why these n***as hatin' on Skee?
Trying to take my shine, I'm like n***a please
Put that motherfucker on the V
Keep the chopper on me (Blacka blacka blacka blacka)
Me, I'm from the valley, I don't give a fuck (Yeah!)
Walk in to the building, n***as beef, I throw my hood up
I come through with a couple of goons
So make room, we got nothin' to lose

[Sam Lachow]
Ha ha ha ha, Gifted Gab, you're on another one, why? why??

[Verse 3: Gifted Gab]
I'm a West Coast n***a, you can tell by the weed I smoke
I ain't fuckin' with n***as who got that okie doke
Don't be passin' my n***a without ashin'
I ain't askin, showing ropes to under classmen
Foe blastin', toe taggin' hoes naggin'
Leader of the sea, so when you see me you see captain
Sink ships with the flick a da wrist
I'm breakin' a bitch, breakin' ankles I'm ballin baby
I'm Spalding

[Sam Lachow]
Hoo, not Raz Simone! Not Black Umbrella!

[Verse 4: Raz Simone]
Hop out that whip with that thing cocked
Chains on my neck the 8 ring god
I don't fuck with fishy people, don't bring cod
Treat yo' face like home base time to swing off
Bitch I spit that trapanese, no Klignon
But I got that white girl in my spaceship like Xenon
And I'm out here on my own like a teen mom
Bitch you heard that I'm a D-Boy in the beehive
Titties all over the place like I need bras
And my money up, like a skinny on the seesaw, see god

[Verse 5: Dave B]
Pushin' rookie to the limit, overseein' my enemies
Similes curvin' perfect, my verbage
You ain't no kin to me pimp
Drunk up off the partial, tell me who I sound like
She just fuck with me, cause she know you a damn lie
Off the metro and the vocals
Don't know nobody that's flagrant
And keep it all on the low doe
I'm turning down what they offer
You might get taxed for the show doe
I put some pack up for option, you put a rack on the hold up, yo

[Verse 6: Key Nyata]
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Everybody wanna know what's happenin' with Key
I done stepped in the party with a cup of that lean
I be zonin' on my own, don't care bout a thing
I roll my fucking weed right in front the police
I don't fuck with many n***as so don't talk to me please
Only about cheese, fetty, fetty, all that I need
You can say just what you want long as you say it to me
And I still won't give a fuck, cause I'm bout that money
Bitch

[Sam Lachow]
Yo ho ho ho ho ho, Ariana Deboo, end this motherfucker, come on

[Outro: Ariana Deboo]
Let the curtains close, let the lights come up
Say goodnight, and go

[Sam Lachow]
Ha ha ha ha ha! Woo! Ha!
Friends, Funk, Liquor
Thank you