[Verse 1: Tre Nyce]

I'm just too hot to touch, you know the law

Smoke about million pounds of Dutch, I say what?

Shorty keep backing it up and on the low

I might take her to the back to fuck, get a nut

Nyce, you can't tell me I ain't came up

Fastball pitcher I deliver with no change-up

Fucking right I'm famous, balling like the Lakers

Only time I move is to go collect my paper

[Verse 2: Madchild]

See me on the wanted poster, Mad and La Coka Nostra

Hop out of my Porsche, pull my trunk and extort ya

Yup, we west coast and dog we stay posted

Walk with two toasters, Louis Vuitton holsters

I'm a bad fucking bastard, yup I'm Fantastic

Four but I'm the Silver Surfer flying through your door

Heard you crying for the war I'm a try to serve you more

Madchild's a dope man, leave you lying on the floor

Damn chicken-heads, get their feathers all ruffled up

Put the potato on the pound, sound muffled up

We can get it on like Samoans and Tongans

Or we can go to war like the Angels and Mongols

[Hook: Tre Nyce]×2

Black mask over my face, I get em

Four-five stuck on my waist, I hit em

Beat a hater up till he dumb dumb diddum

Swollen and La Coka, don't fuck with em

[Verse 3: Slaine]

So ladies and ah, forget it, we're not gentlemen

I roll up in a stolen car, come hop in with them

Hand me a pill bottle, I dump it and pop ten of them

Give me some booze, I sip juice like Rakim and them

I got a fuse that's too short and a noose that's too long

Feeling I could do no wrong

This invincibility they're convinced is killing me

Has essentially gotten me through any pinch you'll ever see

When my henchmen are with me, tension's on the scene

Dreams are being changed, a wrench in the machine

One mention of the team leave the masses buzzing

The rebel, you thought you on my level, you wasn't

[Verse 4: Prevail]

Hotter than Ecuador, sun brought a metaphor

P-1 I'm ready for war I'm on the front line

Runs in my bloodline, thirsty like Lost Boys

Big money bounce my accounts keep em offshore

Caribbean breeze, there's ten million reasons

Y'all super eight like rich, we four seasons

Fine living, sterling silver, bright (?), the lady killer

[Hook: Tre Nyce]×2

Black mask over my face, I get em

Four-five stuck on my waist, I hit em

Beat a hater up till he dumb dumb diddum

Swollen and La Coka, don't fuck with em

[Verse 4: Everlast]

I started war and bids when y'all was just kids

Came to your town and jumped the fuck around

Stomped out a few of you and fucked your lady

You still married her and you gave her a baby

We were young, we were crazy, we were wild and free

Ain't a groupie bitch alive get a child from me

And now you come to the shows and you reminisce

And while she waits for an autograph, you give her a kiss

She slips me a hug and a look that's knowing

If I say get on the bus, baby girl, it's on

Lyrics keep flowing and flowing and just flowing

Hoes keep hoeing and hoeing and just hoeing

Trees get rolling, smoking keep blowing

Coka and Swollen legend keep growing

Fast lane living, no time for slowing

Gotta know where you been and watch where you going

[Hook: Tre Nyce]×2

Black mask over my face, I get em

Four-five stuck on my waist, I hit em

Beat a hater up till he dumb dumb diddum

Swollen and La Coka, don't fuck with em