Yeah, JETS N***a

[Mumbling] " these fast times at Ridgemont Fly " X3
YEAH,yeah, YEAH, Jets n***a Where haven't we been

N***as thought that I would of fell off by now, but i didn't
I never run out of lyrics, I never run out of bitches
I never lost a race after I bought my crate engine,
Never forget a face, but names I don't remember sometime
Unless the Pussy was bomb, I gotta fly Asian model
She look like Mulan, she tattooed a airplane on her forearm
To show her dedication, you fuckin with the planes Ma
Can't fuck with them lames now, them n***as small change now
Ain't it different over here, ain't my diamonds way more clear
Them losers wifing prostitutes like Richard Gear in Pretty Woman
I just keep it movin in my retro number 3s, you remember the royal blue ones
I show you how to do it, rock quality selvedge, none of my sneakers got blue streaks on em'
Bumpin Notorious Big - Warning , hold on I hear somebody comin'

_MR. MARCELO_

I am that man from the interstates, doin' one seven eight
Bathing Apes to the pedal, I am on another level
Black on black insides hell yeah I'm in the dark
Four four bulldog full I will let it bark
Light tints, no incense, just weed smoke
Feelin like I'm ridin on water in the speed boat
Top back, gun cocked, just incase a hater run up on me
Bet this zombie gonna stop him like a stopwatch
I roll through every hood hell yeah I'm good
If not, i will make it jump like hopscotch
No doubt n***as, know bitches, know 'Celo
The definition of a n***a raised by the ghetto
N***as say I been around, I say I'm a be around
Good smoke keep high, you will never see me down