God Damn - Intellectual

[Intro: Bass Santana]

To Bass be the glory

You won't get no pussy smokin' zone, my mans

Goddamn, goddammit, goddamn, goddamn

Still smokin' good kush, goddamn, goddamn

You niggas still smokin' Reggie, goddamn

You ain't my nigga, you a mothafuckin' fan (Yeah)

Goddammit who got it on lock

You a pussy like Rob Cinderblock (Rob Cinderblock)

You niggas pussy, gettin' caught and then you talk (Snitch)

I used to hide the dime bags under rocks (You bitch)

I never once got caught from the cops

I never once told all that to the opps

One batty bwoy turn a informer

One batty bwoy haffi get *gunshot*

Blood clot

Goddamn, goddammit, goddamn, yeah

Twenty-eight grams goddamn, goddamn

Game change, Broward County, switch lanes

Tryna count hella bands all with one hand

Goddamn, goddammit goddammit

How do you manage back on this planet

I barely could handle it

I need me my cannabis, just channel it

Gave me advantages, flow, Los Angeles

I might tan a bitch, fuck all that arguin'

Fuck all that shit

Fuck what a bitch say, give me my switchblade

Give you a big fade, what that punk say?

Make you a mistake, don't fuck up the fengshui

Like Kanye, sippin' in Bombay

All day, all day, don't fuck up the fengshui (Don't fuck it up please)