[Verse 1: The D.O.C.]
I came in this bitch on some Norman Bates shit
But now I'm tryna get to Bill Gates, bitch
With laptops, be stockin' your Feds
When them hoes got shipped, I got a check
You know the rest
We in the set, ridin' deep in the stretch
We drinking on that Patrón, no tops on the guests
And as I like sex with someone fuckin' in my new Hummer
And ain't no limit to the numbers on my checks
Ragtop Phantom by that CR [?]
New intel by the doctor in the [?]
Ain't nothin' outta my hands
I don't need financin' for heliports, so I can just land down in the canyon
At the mansion, your nigga expandin'
Nigga, you know the plan, I blow green like sweets
'Cause see, I came from the streets
But niggas hustle to eat
Now I fly to get the paper, slangin' motherfuckin' beats gettin'-
[Chorus: Sly Pyper]
Pow!
Guns blaze when I shine
Make a wish quick, no star and I'm the shooting kind
Pow!
Front page all the time
You boys think sick, but I ain't got no roof on mine
I dream topless, I live topless
Like my girl is the game with her titties out
I dream topless, I live topless
Sky is the limit, I'm paid to run the city now (City now, city now)
[Verse 2: Slim the Mobster]
I cruise the block in a convertible car
I come from where the murderers are
Survived through the murderous odds
[?] niggas' mysteries, the murders unsolved
Then I can take you outcha misery, no problem at all
Shit, I was born to ball and get money like the big boys do
So make way and let the big boy through
Pardon me, they done started me
These numbers is startlin'
Aftermath to the artery
Unruly and disorderly like I oughta be
Who gives a fuck what you niggas thought of me
Thought I'd be finished by now, huh?
I'm just gettin' riled up
Order another round up
The last heir to the throne, so go on and shine the crown up
For this California native, my flow napalm
'64, extended eight arms with more juice than Barry Bonds
Amongst niggas with attitudes, consider me ruthless
Yeah, it ain't no stopping me
It's back to robberies
[Chorus: Sly Pyper]
Pow!
Guns blaze when I shine
Make a wish quick, no star and I'm the shooting kind
Pow!
Front page all the time
You boys think sick, but I ain't got no roof on mine
I dream topless, I live topless
Like my girl is the game with her titties out
I dream topless, I live topless
Sky is the limit, I'm paid to run the city now (City now, city now, city now)