[Dylan Ross]
Got the game sewed up
You reap what you sew
How many grams in an ounce (50)
How many grams in an ounce of weed though (70)
Old school with a box paper riser
With the whip
Where the weed go
Bumping league bros
You won’t exactly ever see me in some ALF gear
But you will also never see me in a mink coat
I’m a positive man
I’m a positive man
I do not promote evil
More than anything I promote thinking
But thinking is almost illegal
Regal
Regal
A king but I lead from the background
Draped up in solitaire humility
It’ll be something when I come around
Bucking and Zagging with Trippy Tha Kid
And trippy also got something missing about as little it makes sense
Zag to Zag
Got you surrounded in chicken like your waiting for the results of an AIDS test
[Trippy Tha Kid]
Trippy Tha Kid uh
Yo
Whack ass trash ass rappers wanna talk shit
I murder every beat
And nobody better than our clique
Reppin whatever
I do whatever I want
I've been rapping ever since my homie lived in Lamont
Smoke a blunt in the front not giving a fuck
When the fuzz come around we can run in the crib
Make a song cause the music is all we love
No hoes come around less' they suck the dick
We the shit
Trippy Tha Kid, white guy who
Knows how to spit
I change the game
Dylan Ross on the track again
I be zaggin and slangin my axe again
I decapitate the hate and separate real from the fake
Born just great, It's up in ya face
Look around but nothing changed
Got my own game and my entertainment
Face it
Like a blunt, your girl likes to face it
You can have mine like trading places
I open mine while your mind is caved in
Caved in
Caved in