[Hook: Chazz Splash]

I'm entitled

Middle fingers up to all my rivals

I either do it or I don't I never try to;

And the party don't start til my arrival

I'm entitled

Middle fingers up to all my rivals

I either do it or I don't I never try to;

And the party don't start til my arrival

[Verse 1: Chazz Splash]

I'm a westside playa, I don't give a mother fuck

Icy like the himalayas, see my double? I 'ont stunt

I be in the V.I.P. in the back, I 'ont front

If a nigga hating on me he got reggie in his blunt

I been rhyming for a while

Love to make my mother smile

Stack my money up in piles

To support my future child

Pull up in that Maserati, I drove valet

Excuse me I'm reminiscing on my past days

Boy, You talkin' shit or are you making plays?

Nigga, you see my splash, now I'm on the stage. Drippin

Found a girl, call her Sonya Blade, she like the way I hit it so she tend to call me Johnny Cage

I remember back in the days, I had a Boosie fade

Now I'm on an escapade, bout to cop an escalade

My life bout to escalate

Bumpin old Pac while living Better Dayz

More than just the Juice, I've evolved to having marmalade

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Chazz Splash]

You see they call me Chazz Splash, what you know bout that?

Learn to do the work good before doing it fast

I used to draw and write rhymes while sitting in class

I graduated, getting faded, shorties shaking they ass

Now I tend to pop tags, only on the special ones

Copped a pair of 3's then I went and got another ton

Learned to meditate, thinking, breathing in the oxygen

Posted at the mariners game, I'm having hella fun

I been on this wave for a while

I'm the only one with my style

Tell my mama, I'm her only son and child

My grandfather never met me I just hope I made him proud

Made some money in construction I could tell you bout some tile

Wanna build a building I'm a need my cash now

Big bank, real talk, I'm jack and I need stock

Let the bull shit stop, shout out to my nigga Rock

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Chazz Splash]

Back in the booth for verse 3

Big rips in my jeans, I'm rockin a tall tee

I been going smack at women since like 1993

I was born in 9-2, the day after 9/3

See me? Had the Hood Hop CD

Black fleece on my chest with red Fubu sneaks

Used to cover up the tongue so people thought that they was ones

Funny how we try to fit in, when we was young

People think I stopped fucking rapping I just begun

Next target is the charts

Pull up then I park

I produce a spark providing light within the dark

I'm a sharpshooter, Bret, Jim, or Owen Hart

Intercontinental, thats what sets ourselves apart

These people temperamental, telling lies between their dentals

I remain official, let me game you up a little

May move to Calabasas, maybe even Kansas, or settle in Seattle in the rain where the cash is

Turning Ali, changed name from the Cassius

Word on the curb, Trump voters really fascist

Check out my fit, shit, I really be splashing

People talk shit, that don't make sense

I used to be broke, well thats past tense

Nothing's gonna stop me and thats real shit

When you living what you earning you gone feel this

[Outro: Chazz Splash]

I'm entitled

Middle fingers up to all my rivals

I either do it or I don't I never try to;

And the party don't start til my arrival

I'm entitled

Middle fingers up to all my rivals

I either do it or I don't I never try to;

And the party don't start...

Till I arrive nigga