Now you got me caught in the act You bring the thought back I'm telling you that I see it right through you From the top to the bottom Bottom to top I stop At the core I've forgotten In the middle of my thoughts Taken far from my safety

This is how we rock it for the ages I thought I told you it’s about to go down We make you fucking famous You wonder how we made it It’s about to go down From the top and the bottom, the bottom to the top Light it up and smoke them trees This is how we

Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at Everybody got a past but you can never go

Ounce in my pocket, ducking the cops Came from the bottom now I get high at the top Early morning cutting corners Rolling up this marijuana Stole it straight from California homie what do you got on it? My cup holder filled with Tropicana Couple grams of

Gon' get it, get it get it, get it get it, Cause we trading places 'Cause we trading places I'm always on the top tonight I'm on the bottom When I cant take no more, tell me you ain't stopping Now put it on me baby till I say Oooo weee

I'm reminiscing, yeah I ain't fuckin' with you at all I love money, I can't go back to the bottom 'cause I Hate it at the bottom, try to stop thinking about it But, I'm reminiscing, yeah Fuck your problem, it's too late to tell me sorry Off the head,

Helter skelter Tell me tell me tell me the answer When you get to the bottom You go back to the top of the slide And you go for a ride Then you get to the bottom Then you see me again Do you, don't you want me to love you Coming down fast I'm right here

We're gonna ri-ri-ri-ri-rise 'til we fall We're gonna ri-ri-ri-ri-rise They don't speak our language When we hit the bottom, then it goes up Climb to the top with you We could be the breaks, ones who never made yeah I could be talking to you They tryna

Yeah, she's closer to the bottom but she's headed for the top. She's got a dream to be a star dressed in black like Johnny Cash, She likes to play, she loves to rock! With a pink guitar. She saw it in the window, just a callin' out her name. She mowed

Sleepin' at the top, nightmares of the bottom Everybody wanna be fly til you swat 'em But who am I to talk? I ain't shittin' roses We in the same picture but we all got different poses Now I'm looking in my rear view, I see the world in it I try to slow