I’m like hallelujah! Praise God, almighty, the most high, alpha and omega in the sky Let a mothafucka like this live Strollin' down the highway Yeah, lemme show 'em what I gotta give Do it your way This is beyond the flesh With my mind ablaze

Wouldn't be me without you Walk in the buildin', everybody stare Never made it to the room, I fucked her on the steps You either got balls or you shoot like Steph Yeah, yeah, yeah So damn real Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Steve Aoki, woozy gang I

You gon' fuck around and leave 'em ruined like that RattPack the gang, they all on my back Old girl wanna fuck me, yeah she fine I'ma give her that D Out with the homies, I be Sippin' on somethin', oh shit, I might need an IV Permanently, permanently

Maybe, here it comes, oh, oh, oh Oh, babe, lay down and get what you came for I bet you ain't never feel one Oh, babe, say how you want me to take over You're fuckin' with a real one Baby, here it comes, oh, oh, oh, oh Yeah, yeah, yeah I'll take care of

Where are all my bitches tonight? I told her hold it down She fucking with the plug, told her “Come over now" Bring me some more bitches tonight Yeah, I bought a hunnid rounds She asking for fifty, threw a hunnid thou Bring me some more bitches tonight,

A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie (that's a lie) Ooh, he do it better, that's a lie (that's a lie, yeah) He at my level, that's a lie (that's a lie, yeah) A hundred thousand for the times, yeah They fuckin' with us, that's a lie, ooh, yeah All of my homies

Why, why, why, why? You say you can't live without me So why aren't you dead yet? Why you still breathing? (why, why?) Then why aren't you dead yet? Why do you say that? Why aren't you dead yet? Yeah, tryna fuck me and my mind up It's a reminder you're a

C'mon Xzibit Yeah... Ahh, ahh, E-Dub It's that millennium ridiculous flow, I never let go Niggaz gettin' knocked out is part of my show Let 'em know who they fuckin' with yo, a rhyme wrangler

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-o, I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth I need o's I'm a wild boy, I'ma I'ma wild boy There he go that's John Doe Yeah bitch yeah bitch I'm with Steve-o This liquor got the best of me Yeah Cobain's back

I need that Drink some, smoke some Yeah, hell of a day to load a twenty two and take it to the woods and let it ring into the night And break a bottle with the bullet, yes I'm 'bout it motherfucker Not a single solitary thing is missing from my southern