You gotta love it, came straight to the money man
"Aight, ay, let me get the top bunk"
'Cause the K-9 bit me
M-m-mr. X
We had the rocks, my nigga late to pick it up
Dumpin' at the getaway cars but they was mashin'
Fuck the money, I'll take you off and accept the loss
Yeah, woulda killed Terminators only D between us is
A stove and a refrigerator, came in and put the gage to my chest
“Ay man, fuck that”
I'm caught in the kitchen without the strap
Threw my herb sack when the cops wasn't lookin'
(Yeah, yo)
("Yo, where's the rest of it nigga?")
Ya, I'm in handcuffs on the ground and mad
We gettin' drunk smokin' herb and the third dike you roll
But I'm the wrong nigga to rob, I'll hunt you down
Reminds me I gotta shake the spot
All right, listen there's a thousand people down there who are drunk
But I was too busy in the kitchen countin' money and takin' shots at
(Yeah)
(Nigga sit your ass in the chair and I'll be right there)
"Ay, ay man"
Tequila, started countin' out twelve when it hit me
Since, I'm already here I'ma spend the night
I thought, I heard the homies just in time for the action
These niggas rolled off with at least a cool fifty
Non-stop cash flow, 20,000 dollars and the rest cuttin' yayo
Fingerprints, hold the tape, hear come detectors
"Ay, look? I just need to use the phone real quick man, eh, fuck it"
Took the money off the table and said
Police hit the corner with they reds and white's flashin'
Got cars slippin' tonight and almost got wet
M-m-mr. X-x-x to the Z
20,000 cash, needed stacks, wrapped in rubber bands
All right, you're charged with Public Intoxication
So what the fuck is the hold up?
Bad enough I'm caught up in it, jacked but worst than that
Get him on the phone, hurry up 'cause I ain't tryin' to get stuck
Was it game related and where do they kick it at?
That's when I shoulda got the heater
Shipped me off downtown for the bookin'
"Ay man, this, this, this blanket, this blanket smell like urine man"
Homies come to set bail see but that's all right
Snatched the whole shit and broke out
Involved it was an inside job
But I didn't say shit I can tell from all the people
If you was Rock steady, you woulda came when the C-note's rang
One at the door, another one askin' questions
X to the to the, to the Z
So it's one fifteen in the mornin', I'm comin up a hard day, serve
(Where the muh-fuckin' sack homeboy?)
Yo, who is that man?
Smashed out into the middle of the street started blastin'
I ran to the living room and got the heat from under the couch
I got bitches in the hotel room ready for me to bang cob weight
"Hey, hey I need to use the phone again"
M-m-mr. X-x-x to the Z
Before I could yell out to lock the front
"Since when did you start takin' shoe strings and shit?"
Stupid shit like, "Who was I shootin' at?"
(Who am I?)
“Ma, ahh, do I look like I wanna kill?"
(He wanna spend a couple of hundred but he'll be right back)
Set bail at fifteen G's, no sweat
Niggas rushed in the front door with the gage, ready, duck
