Released on October 12, 2013

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[Intro]

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

Rest In Peace Big mutha fuckin' L

Word is bond God!

This for all the Zulu Nation soldiers

And the true learners of that real shit

Y'know what I'm sayin'

We mouthin in the house baby

We finna turn the party out '95 style

Yo!


[Hook x4]

By nature I'm naughty, I been known to rock a party

We hardly going to sleep, so everybody grab a body

And Put it on yall, put it on (say what)

So put it on yall, put it on (say what)

Yo I'm slicker than that Bugatti, pulling like a Maserati

I'm kamikaze , we bombs sucka niggas, Nagasaki

And Put it on yall, put it on (say what)

So put it on yall, put it on (say what)


[Verse 1]

By nature I'm naughty, I been known to rock a party

Still a hobby with a body then crash like Tod Nagi

Living my life upon the auto bond

Pushing my license passed them fucking fools from ?

No stopping me, not at all

I kick a rhythm like a nigga know karate

Who got it better than me, she wanna ride me like Bugatti

You probably wanna know what I'm on

It's in alignment with the planetary and the stars

Know the land, word is bond

I stick my arm into the ice chest and see a fly dress

Pull out a Sprite and get some proof about my high best

I rhyme best, I mic check 1

The one and only, you homies phony baloney

Get ate up like pepperoni, got my pockets Fat Tony

Doing it Big Willie style

Police'll chill and rock a chicken bummy's silly now

We in the V.I doing it real B.I

Promoter said I'm coming so we turned the whole city out


[Hook x4]


[Verse 2]

Powers are honored, turned me to a true performer

When I move the crowd from corner to corner, no need for warm up

Even though I'm only just beginning

They call me Nike, I just do it then I just be winning

You niggas are touching the ending

I try to warn them I'm smoking like marijuana

That dope is cause I'm from Sacramento, California

Move on 'em quick, I'm disappearing and reappearing

These niggas talking slick, but looking gay as Richard Simmons

I do it wrestle, you muscle niggas I crush you like rubble

At the party they spotted me like truffle

The fliest nigga [?] nigga

Pitching it from a duffle

Been do it but then I mumble

I ain't trying to get in trouble, I be

Eating these weak ass niggas, they looking like Gumbo

Or Brian Gumbol, you Dumbo, looking jumbo, Crayola

I squeeze the pistola from my payola

As we blow another O or two in the back in his Corolla


[Hook 4x]