Classic
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It's a classic nigga, it's a classic
It's a classic nigga, instant classic
Sit in a circle, puff on some purple
And then watch my comrades crack, yea dat
I'm just high, smokin, in slow motion
Sit in a circle, puff on some purple
And then watch my comrades crack, yea dat
One session, worthy of the hall of fame
When we meshin, we try to elevate the game
Came from where the blood stains don't make it to the street drains
Only way to maintain is to blow loud and campaign
No pain, no gain, these niggas out here usin roids
My niggas paint match the rims, fuck keepin em alloyed
Jewels and riches for the kings with the best bars
I am not an alien, I just drive a space car
Inside aroma like Mendocino County
Countin loud pack, yea you can't hide it with no bounty
Curren$y and Smoke DZA, members of my hippie crew
Dom, Stalley, Capone and my nigga Nipsey too
Bar festival when SAS hit the stage
Fresh group apparel, boutique when we defecate
Indoor hella chemi fumigate the place
Then Stat select some shit that's gon last beyond today
Pale face, pocket full of pot, fuck a jail case
Ginger ale and gin, inhale and let your head spin
Niggas talkin never begin, with they jaw jacked
Like they put rap on they back, that's a tat nigga
Frost bit, counterfeit, false shit
Forfeit, not cool in your own gear, a forced fit
I rap for the less fortunate, they end up bosses
Knowin how to learn from they losses
Jack boys'll do a rich man's audit
Tax inspectors, IRS, cash collectors
I lay back and burn a bag of woods, rest and relax
Been jukin all day from Inglewood to East Brooklyn
Statik Selektah, I tell em good lookin
Two or three in the air with the blonde hair, beer drinkin
Boppers with the boobies who suck in matinee movies
Maybe while I bump that new Uzi, DZA
Master craftsman, veteran shit, whoever's askin
The flow is colder than snow in the Aspen
Bolder than Colorado, the DJ's listenin to the models
I just listen to music and pop bottles
Standin on the sofas, I rap like I got
Silver dollars in my penny loafers, not a skinny poser
Megastar, bitch I'm cold like Double R
I just gotta stay outta trouble so I can bubble far
Back in the day there was a time I wanted chandeliers on my neck
But nowadays I just command the respect
So if it's Star Wars, I'm Boba Fett
Bulletproof fiberglass like a classic Corvette
John Wayne couldn't even stand the reign of the Tec
Max Payne, we the rap version of Megadeth
Mixed with Yusef Hawkins, I'm like Darryl Dawkins
Breakin the boards for the people
Who the fuck you think we makin this for, nigga