[Verse 1: BONES]

It's the Wi-Fi pimp, modems hangin' from my wrists

Passwords on my blunts, got to log in to get it (You've got mail)

Digits etched on my grave, can't decipher my slang

Wingdings when I speak, bold fonts when I sing

Bitch, I'm comin' through italicized, that's leanin' back

Backseat, chargin' up my MacBook (You've got mail) up on my lap (You've got mail)

Bitch, my signal always strong and my bandwidth smooth

Rollin' coffins and coughin' until I roll a new

Flash drive blade, plug it in your veins

Downloadin' lives, then I right-click save

Got a 101 CD-changer, IKEA couch with the Sharper Image razor

101 CD-changer, (You've got mail) IKEA couch with the Sharper Image razor

[Chorus: BONES & Snoop Dogg]

Loadin', loadin', bitch, I'm loadin'

But that's the life of a G, I guess

Loadin', loadin', bitch, I'm loadin'

But that's the life of a G, I guess

But that's the life of a G, I guess

(You've got mail)

But that's the life of a G, I guess

But that's the life of a G, I guess

(You've got mail)

But that's the life of a G, I guess