The steak ain't right without the A-1 So I stay dipped in sauce and they come.
I fucks with high rollers, shake highway patrollers. Quick to pop the trunk, but will come from the shoulders.
I'm 12 years strong and I'm still in it. Now I'm slugged up and diamond grillin it.
Stop it baby your killin yourself. Come on I got your back you could chill in my dealth.
Dip to the ground as I catch the bass. Then I wipe all the sweat off mi face.
I'm sicker than S.A.R.S, higher than Mars & I treat my bitch like an ATM card.
Hop back up then I start to slide. Popping my collar as I glide.
Smoke trees that make me look japanese.
I'm out of this world, not your run of the mill'n, My name is furl I'm the owner of the… (read more)
This is hip-hop with no Johnny Gill-in-it No New Edition or Prince when I'm spillin it.