Say Whaaat - Apathy, RYU, Scoop Deville of Get Busy Committee

I feel good

Even though I shouldn’t

I’m chilling so hard couldn’t tell you where the hood is

I’m looking like a million bucks

Sucka I’m sorry

Jeep so clean might as well be a Ferrari

Took off the top like an African safari

Heading to the beach cause I heard the waves are gnarly

No flip flops just a pair of old Barkleys

Got the golden ticket like I took that shit from Charlie

Hardly the day to complain

Ima save that for later

Right now I’m too busy being lazy as a gator

Even if I seen a hater

Wouldn’t tell him eat a dick

Cause my shit is hotter than a chicken incubator is

Got a smile on my face

And a roll full of dough

Feeling great cuz I just ate a hot bowl of Pho

Make a stop at the store

Grab a 40 for the road

Who am I kidding make it two and a pack of smokes

I feel good

And it sounds kinda gangsta

I’m sorry but I guess it’s in my nature

Vibrating got the bass all cranked up

Chilling in that ‘85 Samurai, say what

Man I love these palm trees

They’re so different from the east

Subwoofers bumping beats

Keep a lookout for police

Cause I’m still drinking 40s like it’s 1993

Listening to a cassette of DOC and Diamond D

Got a shirt with a koala and I’m rocking Wallabees

Follow me

But it’s kinda hard when I’m wobbly

Cuz the turntables wobble gotta rock em properly

Got em from my man who got em in a little robbery

And I’ll sell em for a G

They’re ain’t shit your telling me

Cuz I know it before you say it like I got telepathy

Want to diss before you know me well I know it’s jealousy

Caught you walking down the street whistling this melody

And I’m booming

Im booming

Ap is so fly it’s hard to believe that I’m human

More like a mutant

Start a revolution

Better start cruising

Before they start shooting

Booming down the block in the drop top

Haters catch a soft spot

Cuz I does it nonstop

You ain’t got it on lock

Run in to that pawn shop

Try to sell that cheap chain trade it for a small watch

Got the Uzi palmed cocked

Got the posse on deck

You ain’t puffing like me

We could have a contest

Not to disrespect but I really like your mom’s breast

Oops I mean your mom’s fresh, I’m just being honest

It’s funny all the shit that floats around in my self-concious

I’m pumping up my ego

People say I’m pompous

Acting like a Chief like I fucked Pocahontas

Maybe it’s just you ain’t used to being around bosses