[Verse One]
'non loka, the foul blunt smoker
Fred durst in the club cuz i still stay rollin'
Not a fan of j's homie, but i'll still smoke em
Leaving these fools swept in mysterious misery wondering
"who the f** created the pretty piece of artistry?"
Run up, get done up
Don't go out much, but i'll f** your club up
f** you, what you gon' do
When we roll up when my crew rolls up on you, 562
You know how we do
LA's southeast to the west of the beach of savages
And we manage to keep it lavish
Bumping d**h row cla**ics
While i'm studying for my business law cla**es
Look i like i give a f**? homegirl fix your gla**es
[Verse Two]
2 nasty, to north without kim's baby, lay my head to rest in the west without kanye
Been makin' moves as of lately
You ain't heard of me yet
But you will when i murder your set
Burnin' red rags and raider flags
My n***as crazy when we breakin' gla**es
Usually got a slow flow like i was down south, but i don't f** with that slow mo' no more
Artesia boyz when we represent
Muy no lindo i never heard of your set
So don't get my n***a, you can't get upset