When I Try To Sound Like The

I Rap For Listeners, Blunt Heads, Fly Ladies And Prisoners

The Further I Get, The Further I Want To Go

I Live In L.a. Because My Kids Do. Home Is Where My Kids Are For Me.

...shorty's Laugh Was Cold-blooded As He Spoke So Foul, Only Twelve Tryin To Tell Me That He Liked My Style. Then I Rose, Wiping The Blunt's Ash From My Clothes, Then Froze, Only To Blow The Herb Smoke Through My Nose.

If You Scared To Take Chances, You'll Never Have The Answers...