Yeah it's a picture; yeah it's a jobnMaybe that's why I do it so oddnWalk around just like I was godnKick it so live, when I'm with the godsnFreeway strikin', weed we lightin'nIf I die, remember the titann22's, 25's, Chocolate 9's and 45'snLet em rip, all through the skynThis for the ones that hate that I'm highnWhen you see me, it's no surprisenTap your brain, and blow your mindnBettin on Lakers, and takers and fakers, and makersnAnd mami we do it for papernYou come with the vapors and capers for papersnIts cool, someone I'll call laternnChorus:nnMe and my homies, love the bottlenLike Tyson loves Cus D'amatonSo on them days you feelin' real badnThink of the best freak that you've ever hadnGarlic tipped, and they love to hollownLike Tyson loves Cus D'amatonSo before you go to gettin' madnThink of the best freak that you've ever hadnnShe like the Nikes, I like the 'didasnShe like the Reeboks, and I like the FilasnShe like the winners, and I like the cheatersnShe like the lion, I like the hyenasnSpit some game, then hook up with ShaqnOn the Playstation, I'm known to bragnHook up with pimps that love the cashnMan you should see how we giggle and laughnWith of hearts of ice, the house is coldnIts like Slick Rick, without the goldnThis right here is the life we chosenNo excuses just go for goldnThere's no producing, this perfect posenHit the street in the freshest clothesnRip the stage, and bless the showsnSpit the flows, and hit the do'nnChorus #2:nnMost of my homies, love the bottlenLike Tyson loves Cus D'amatonSo on them days you feelin' real badnThink of the best freak that you've ever hadnGarlic tipped, and they love to hollownLike Tyson loves Cus D'amatonSo before you go to gettin' madnThink of the best freak that you've ever hadnnDon't tell me twice, I'm out the doornTalk is not what I came here fornInto the night, like the star by the moonnThe engine will rev, and the bass will go boomnJust like the pirate that sailed the seasn13 thieves I do believenYes of course they run with menFlash our rings, or that there freaknHot to handle, and hard to getnEasy to rip, and hard to fixnSo rap your presence, I'll spit the giftnMan you my homie, we'll split the spliffnRide like a maniacnAll in the CadillacnTiga, whatevanI'm draped in leathernWith angel wings, that rip the windnAnd a safety grin of a p-210nnnChorus #3:nnCuz all my homies love the bottlenLike Tyson loves Cus D'amatonSo before you go to gettin' madnThink of the best freak that you've ever hadnGuns they lust, and they love to hollownSo before you go to gettin' madnThink of the best freak that you've ever hadn...Like Tyson loves Cusnn[Talking]nThis life of ours, this is a wonderful lifenIf you can get through life and get away with it, hey that's greatnBut it's very, unpredictablenThere are so many ways you can screw it upn