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(Chorus: Slug and Murs) I spit hot bars, I spit on cop cars I spit game to the chicks that belong to rock stars I got the goods from uptown to Hollywood So what you don't like us? Your girl probably would... [Slug] Havin a good day on the freeways of Los A In Murs' El Dora' listenin to Ghostface Well hold up, and let me smile for a minute While I look across the sky for a limit Come and get it, I'ma ride this rollercoaster 'til the wheels fall off And I'ma ride your Cali Roll until my eel goes soft [Murs] Take a journey through the mind of a one of a kind Self-made motherfucker that's enjoying his time On land, on air, on mics and on sea Let it all just be, good times on me It's California, fool, flyest breezies in the world And we can roll up a bleezy that'll make your toes curl [Slug] and it goes Puff Puff Pass So you can kiss my ass Oh you didn't know? You must have missed the class [Murs] It's sunshine, one-time, MC's with punchlines Hit Elements on Sunday, put it on the frontline [Slug] and tell em all to make some ruckus For the fuckers in the clutches And the soldiers in the trenches And the wenches on the guest list Call Heaven, tell them "Got a situation Murs and Se7en came to breakfast And they left with all the bacon..." (Chorus 2X) [Murs] We be the first dudes putting treasure over beats Every measure be complete to make sure it's buried deep Locked in your memory to provide a safe keep So even if you diggin' what another rapper sayin He can't break the seal so our music keeps playin Living Legends, Rhymesayin so I know yall been waitin So I open up the gate and, Slug made his way in And we pimp this production as a present for the patients [Slug] Justâ |