Surf & Turf (Feat. Jay Worthy, T.F, 2Eleven & Ab-Soul) (Prod. By Camoflauge Monk)
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(Con-Con-Conductor)
Yeah
Con, you know I got you
My brother for real
This family right here, yeah
Like a Vietnam vet, I'm still tryna get my dick wet
I'ma get high, yeah, let her suck me like Skip said
That might went over your head
Drink it down, there's no Sudafed
Dressed in red, no Valentine
But funk love instead
Foolish bred, the type that come in off of what we said
Rapper shit, I was still young when I was brackin', kid
The Lexo, bubble eye edition, had that bitch on Fig
Reminisce to Smokey while I smoke on Biggs
In my bed like, "Peace, this the life I live"
Fuck talkin', 'cause I lived it like, "Blood, this the life I live"
Made it out of pimpin', some still in it, shit, I dodged a bid
Fuck is this? My fee a hundred thousand since I dropped with Wiz
Holy water, Bangkok sippin', I'll retire at this
Worldwide worthy, got 'em singin' like they from the set
Dead Prez Volume 2 CD in my rag Benz
Never hung with hookers for the look unless she lookin' rich
Now look at this, the AP plain jane, the Presi' look gold as piss
I'ma keep goin', ha
Don't feel the Piru in your voice, it don't come off boasher
I'm a West boy, 2L rider, Gonzalez real funkster
Oh, he from Canada? Indian too, it make you still wonder
How he stack better than Blood? Bitch, I'm a real soldier
Wars with the cross towns, wake up, serve an opp like a cup of Folgers
If B Woo mama don't know you, then I don't know you
Four-deuce, hoppin' out of Bentleys, but it's Beirut
Stay true, I don't switch up, bitch, I stay on
Roll down the windows, do you got Grey Poupon?
Doo-doo stain you like ketchup, the white we wet up
Ayo, they straight mobbin' (Mob)
Them boys around my way, they goblins (Yeah)
But Machine, I'm the apex monster
You writin' sixteens? I'm like J. K. Rowling's 488-page novel
It may not even take eight hours (Woo)
We drink half and leave the rest on
The table, shit, we waste eight bottles
My pay way larger (Yeah)
I stay plugged in like the PlayStation console
And if any dismay may follow
We spray throttle (Brr)
I nicknamed it Yay' Lotto
I ripped it out the plastic
Know some dudes in Cali that'll rip you out your jacket (Wow)
Shooters and two possessions of pistols on my jacket
Fuck it, I'm on this classic
See, they need me on they records, I'm assistin' all they magic
Bitch, I'm Scott Skiles
The AP band crocodile (Wow)
I see a bunch of lil' me's that want my spot now
That's my style
Open up a lane and you hot now (You hot now)
I'm in the trenches holdin' choppers made in Moscow
Yeah, we was generous to these degenerates
They keep pretendin' it's love so they
Can reap the benefits (I'm gettin' it)
I'll get you touched in any city, boy
My reach is limitless (No problem)
A bunch of goons come and breach your premises
Uh, three-man weave with the mean stitch
I remember bitches hustlin', sellin' clean piss
I'm forced to ball alone 'cause half my team dipped
Feelin' like Ace Boogie, how I need Mitch
He still in the hooch tryna insurance up a lean lick
These days, bitches too friendly, I need a mean bitch
Went and had to witnessed it all, but
Still ain't seen shit or heard nothin'
How you do biz and still ain't learn nothin'?
All I know is fast money, that's how I learned to budget
Red light slippin', can't believe it's not butter
Hit his gut, then his chin like the Stone Cold Stunner, uh
Gucci North Face puffer, easy to tuck it
I told you, I feel like Ace Boogie, don't call me lucky
I was made for it, yeah, I'm on bunk, might throw the shades on
They slept on me, nightmares, that's where I came from
Shootin' out the Eddie Bauer Explorer
All my shooters who ain't dead or locked, we 'bout to hit tour, uh
Came a long way from bottle and pours
Never did Neosporin, yeah, I'm proud of my scars
Look, blame Kansas, yeah, I'm proud of my dawgs
Hit Neiman's like PetCo, uh, Prada my dogs, bitch
Profit enlarged, I'm a chemist, I turn powder to hard
Kept it scandalous through the war like I'm Oliver North
Slide with a torch, if niggas green, we robbin' the source
Already on my next lick, ain't no time to remorse, ayy
What's black and fire? Politics, Illuminati don't get sacrificed
Switch on the back of the stick, yeah, that's rapid fire
About my Chilean chicken, I'm big trippin'
S-Corps and LLCs is big business, yeah
I'm an icon, jumpin' out a drop dime
Top me off 'til she get lockjaw, then she gettin' dropped off
Louis, Tom Ford, countin' pounds out in London, I'm a top boy
This lifestyle, gotta be willin' to die for
Ayy, man
Ragin' against the machine with assistance from the machine
Del ammo, aimin' at your enamel, say cheese (Ding)
Imagine the Bible recited by the Elohim
Then wake up and say hello to me
Different gold commodes, same shit, smell the potpourri
Nah mean?
The best thing since sliced bread, save a loaf for me
And two fish, who is you, bitch?
Jesus wept and doves cry, say it with hubris
Leggo my ego, I do it for the people
Drop an ice cube in my glass half full, then squabble with Debo
I'm not what you need, bro, I'm stompin' with the Mob Against Evil
Applyin' knowledge off the top of the noggin, then scribe it in Hebrew
Somebody stop me, I left the mask off
I'm gettin' too cocky
Lil' mama beside me is gettin' way too sloppy
I'm finna take her to Nassau
County, drop a bounty on her, then mash off
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, howdy do, ho
I can't even drive, I'll still slide on you, though
From here to your turf, from Earth to Pluto
With this superfluous service, I deserve a kudos
But fuck all this verbiage, long as you know
That I know what you know, the sentiment is mutual
The dude you know who's quick to drop a stack on your cap
Like we playin' Jenga and I'm wack
Don't be hard-headed, protect your neck, solo