I'm all about the cash, down to get the ass 5-6 the spot homie smoking grass Pass me the drink watch a nigga get towed down Tech gave the low down Now it's time to put the hoes down I came and questions got the bitch Guessing 'bout the dick fucked the white too quick Nothin' but a trick bitch now I'm on another journey Had no rub', hope the bitch don't burn me Ten hours away, then I'm on my way to Cali L.A To make Gs, pretty bitches and palm trees 35 south 40 going west 15 the opposite of north on a quest Hittin' prospect straight bro Looking for some Kansas City hoes to poke But rellish floats my boat Keep a nigga for live in my pocket I gotta get mine Keeping suspicious middle niggers behind my line Rewind my rhyme, Nina with many dope styles Pack my bag now I'm out pal Kick it with some biancas up in Oklahoma stayin' over for one night Hit it right then I'm out, no diggity no doubt Rich man suits,? her face off in the pillow The next morning dippin' met some biancs in Amarillo Give me the number bianc so that when we come back through Play some questions with you two, off in the poo-poo, ooh-ooh 40 west, to Alberquerque on through the Arizona hittin' corners who can see me who, 3DQ Is down with us, you can say what you say Kansas City all day, offer rellish on my way to L.A (2x) On our way to Cali All we want is the palm trees a pretty bitch (and become rich) Rogue dogs we come to bring the fury (make it dash to L.A.) Turn Cali to Missouri We hit the highway, the fly way Doing 89 niggas waste no time Make a pit stop bumpin' old school hip-hop Midwestside never flip-flop Niggas get dropped, all about the rellish when we creep Stopped in Oklahoma City got us a suite Gave niggas much love, passed much bud Come here baby get at me show what you made of 12 20 north-west, a little get together Beautiful ladies, nobody shady Down-ass homies, nobody phony Everything was dandy So wassup to my homegirls Tammy Tachey and Tez, right too thick Misery niggas, right too sick We gotta make that group We gotta jet, seven forty seven style Oh shit, eleven hundred mo' miles L.A. two-way my on The chronic up in L.A. we stayed high gone Wake up show flows see hoes on the 405 Already hell alive when I arrive Midwest style no Cristal just Caribou Lou Feel like I'm an alien like Mr. Sulu a new crew but who? Them road dog niggas from Mizzizy We rollin' on Sunset mobbin' like we on prospect dizzy What's the real dough, we got that real flow You other busters coming fake like a dildo And if you wanna try a nigga from the misery get with me And me show you what the Tecca Nina kill fo' I'm out for stacks baby, creating plaques baby After I'm making the rellish we can hit the sack maybe Billboard live, rockin' hella heads at the Roxy I'm off and can't a motherfucker stop me I'm off nigga