[Intro: Royce da 5'9"]
This is a lil' something to ride to
Kick back and just catch a vibe to
I'd pop me a pill
I'd drink me another drink, if I was you

[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
I got the flyest arsenal
Clip filled to capacity, you can call me the fire marshal
I'm ape and shit, I'm on my gorilla thing-thing
Me and Preem, you can call us the guillotine team
We chop off heads, pop off lead
If it pops off, we spending that rockstar bread
We doing numbers like the box office
N***a, you ain't tryna box, 'den stop talking
I got n***as from Watts to Boston
From New York to the Chi to Austin
So even if my eyes is off you, other eyes is on you
That belongs to them killers that's gon' ride up on you—boom!
It's gasoline in my tongue
Patrón in my kidneys, weed in my lungs
Trigger on my index finger, handle in my palm
Ears ringing, my animal alarm
My mind is on Hannibal Lec', the man to respect
I'm taking your life 'less you hand me a check
[Hook: Phonte]
I've been around, seen some things
Sexed a lot of girls
I did my time, but in my mind
I'm still thinking it's my world

[Bridge: Royce da 5'9" & Phonte]
(Ooh, ooh!) I got my finger on the pulse of this music shit
I'm the truest, shit
(Ooh, ooh!) Now, tell me who this sick
And you can swallow everything that's coming through this dick

[Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"]
Reigning king of the boom-bap
Bomb strapped to my chest, asking, "Where your goons at?"
I'm old school like a StarTAC
On a voyage like Star Trek; me unemployed is far-fetched
I'm hot, I got the corduroy flow
You can picture but can't shake it, the Polaroid show (Ha)
I book n***as for shows and put n***as in comas
So I hope that you n***as is roamers
'Cause my n***as is riders like Winona
But we just tryna have a good time like Willona
I'm a zoner, all I do is zone out like a stoner
As far away as Estonia
I'm a sucker for a good sucking
So tell your bitch that it's best if she invest in where this good luck in
Mami, would you rather fly over n***as heads?
Or keep your ass in the hood, ducking?
[Hook: Phonte]
I've been around, seen some things
Sexed a lot of girls
I did my time, but in my mind
I'm still thinking it's my world

[Bridge: Royce da 5'9" & Phonte]
(Ooh, ooh!) I got my finger on the pulse of this music shit
I'm the truest, shit
(Ooh, ooh!) Now, tell me who this sick
And you can swallow everything that's coming through this dick

[Verse 3: Royce da 5'9"]
Pardon my French, talk English
Steal your job, the discount is the five fingers
That's why Preem is the head-nod king (King)
My drive's on my toes, I got my Bedrock swing (Ha)
Street Hop is the culture
I rock with the vultures to make bread with the opposite toaster
I'm Py-reckless, I'm kitchen, the quips sickening
And my necklace is glistening, it's expensive
So don't mention your ice whenever you mention my rhymes
(Why?) 'Cause my pencil is priceless (Woo)
So what you running for? N***a, I'm coming for you
If I'm the hyphen, then you the underscore (Ha)
True, and I'm lawless packing
I ain't no designer but I got a flawless jacket, whoa!
After "Boom," this afternoon
It's night-night when me and Preem come back for more
[Hook: Phonte]
I've been around, seen some things
Sexed a lot of girls
I did my time, but in my mind
I'm still thinking it's my world

[Bridge: Royce da 5'9" & Phonte]
(Ooh, ooh!) I got my finger on the pulse of this music shit
I'm the truest, shit
(Ooh, ooh!) Now, tell me who this sick
And you can swallow everything that's coming through this dick

[Outro: Royce da 5'9"]
This is a lil' something to ride to
Kick back and just catch a vibe to
I'd pop me a pill
I'd drink me another drink, if I was you