[Intro]

Yeah, aha

Ayo, Naeh, I'm boutta take these niggas for a little ride

[Verse 1]

Yeah, we ease y'all in to it, then we fuck 'em up

They wanna make the sound bad, Imma cuddle up

I'm real cozy

This the type of shit to have me laid back

Henny, rocks, puffin on the stogie

You niggas ain't ready

I don't wanna be the one rappin for the bitches

I just want the same feddy

So understand if I don't make it it's because I refused to sell my soul to get a buzz

And that is what it was, and I am what it is

You want what we'll never be, better try again

When you can't trust your friends, you rather kick it with your foes

But instead I make the shit that you can sniff up in your nose

Niggas better quit with all the bitchin' and get the dough

That's what this shit is all about, as if you didn't know

I'm only in my twenties but the game I kick is old

You can call me Charlie Ray and, yo, I came to spit the flow

[Hook x2]

"I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills"

[Verse 2]

I break records to craniums and teeth

And I feel like everybody in my radius is weak

So I pay 'em with defeat

In the form of records that you get to playin' in repeat

Y'all are fakin' with the heat

Imma make you wait and see

It ain't safe to wait for me

You niggas better do LeBron, pass your wait and take a seat

Imma save it, they can see, for this hip hop

Never threw a 'b' up, never did the crip walk

Never had to 're-up', never had to pitch rocks

I just did the shit I had to do and didn't get caught

And that's as real as I can be

If you ain't fucking with it, cool

Cause I made a lot of songs, and not one of 'em's for you

But all of y'all would just sittin' on blades and you sippin' on spades

Man, this shit's all gay

You niggas soundin' like some bitches all day

You need to make some shit that real niggas wanna play

Dig?

[Hook]

"I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills"

[Verse 3]

Yeah, you better heed the warning

The fucking bees are swarming

And then your mother's in the church, all on her knees and moanin

And everybody's looking at me like I'm speaking foreign

Cuz I'm dope as fuck but I'm on the corner street performing

And niggas be ignoring skill cuz I ain't on the TV

You don't wanna see me on the real

You need to pop a pill

You'd be geekin out to chill

I'm a roacher MC, the niggas like me are hard to kill

I'm radioactive not radio active

I can't be on the radio if all they playing is wack shit

That's just the fact, this is practise, attracting the masses

Master the craft to kick an ass on your bastards

So as we proceed to roll pine in the evergreen state, no seeds and low crime

Everything's about to boil over soon

All we do is cook, what you want - the foil or the spoon?

Smell me?

[Hook]

"I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills"

[Outro]

Heh-heh

Yeah

Told y'all we was gonna go for a ride

We ain't even on the driveway yet

Westside

W-A to C-A nigga

Out