Too real
Yeah, Yeah

Rush hour, fresh out the dealership
Me and my homies eat the filthy fish
I ain't even worried about a silly bitch
Tell the feds chill with the censorship
Members only, I'm the only member with a membership
Trying real hard not to conversate with pessimists
Who always want to see you fall down like The London Bridge
Same song sung by a bunch of kids, can I live?
Tabloids watching which crib
Competition and the bitches got my name on they lips
Takin' shots like 1 8 7 is they favorite offense
Real dawg, should've came with a fence
Smokin' tree, baby I could pitch you a tent
Alot of windows don't be selfish baby call you a friend
I should make 'em box for Benihana, wake up in the mornin' feed em left over Benihana
Eatin' sushi off her body no karate I'm the [?]
3 ninjas, Tum Tum, Colt,