Somebody Told Me

Somebody told me that this rap shit was fun

You get to smoke weed and hold big guns

Stand on stage rockin' your Timbs wit your sons

That's bullshit yo I'm out to get these funds

Yo, yo somebody told me that threw a hotter joint dies

Could he see it? EPMD Aguilar recognize

Niggas was stuck on Diggy before Biggie and Nas

Test guy reported in The Source, even thought about "Best Buys"

My twelve-bar Count Dracula wit lyrics spectacular

Sippin' out of Coke and he's drinkin' terror daiquiris and chrome

backwards

Challenge any woman, balls nothing, rock the hardest

Racoons rap with your soloists if artist

Puttin' it down on the day nine thousand, that's a cell with stories to tell

Off those cells we're livin' well

In the nine-eight-off, country club plink off

While you're way off, check all systems, it's time we take off

Guns with banana clips, two Rolexes to master whips

A point four-five under my armpit

Another one in the glove compartment

Money startin' shit, brand new shoes on spank shit

Tek nines, after parties with mad dimes

Bitches twist the vine, I'm high and the moon's mine

We're out to get mines, on a regular

On the south, probably took the dreaded predator's pirate treasure

In the crib I bought the leather, plus a movie screen

So my team can play Sega plus the gods in Vegas

An ounce of weed in every type of flavor

Bank accounts wit fat paper, a major player 'cause

Higgity-hardcore, sewer rats keep it raw

Beach houses and more, puffin weed on Seymour

Pliggity-plush carpets cover floors, on bus tours

Chrome point forty-fours, diggity-diamonds on paws

All my slick cats above the laws, higgity-hide records in stores

Hit squad, second world tour

Kiggity-cameras compass on doors, signin' autographs

After, where? In corridors

Figgity-fuck walls, I'm buildin', splittin' Dutches spillin'

Chillin' until these pilgrims start ice grillin'

Figgity-frontin' hard like a villain, Das EFX'll make a killin'

And grab the cheese up like Sicilians cos

Got the funds

This rap shit was fun, kid

We hold big guns, diamond gyms and Timbs and all that