Comb My Hair

I can see my reflection in my sons eyes

And when i see them i know the lord cried when jesus died

Im not a saint i spred my wings like a condor

I tell the boys to come get me like a matador

I richochet like the bullets in a thugs car

Im located at the bar where the drugs are

I pack the house i pack the party all the gods no fat

We like democrats

Politican on the badge i spent raps

I comb my hair like god

Then hit up the city bumpin playboy tod

Then stroll up

We let the weed blow up

And the money fold up

And not slow up

You know what

You a cold duck im a dime p game runna

Smooth as silk i spit milk and make butter

A cold heart rhyme pace mind state lovark

You keep hustlin hard but go so far

I don't even think they hurt a pimps blood

They cut deals wit bitches up in the strip club

I stake money and study and play day and night

If ima be in the game then ima play it right

We chops it up while thizzin backwoods

Let the hoe choose it she got the game backwards

Touchdown ima inzone dance

Any town i arrive ima frisco mac

Cant roll hash the gift got my bank rolled fat

I leave the square beez she a castro fag

And mad 'cause im vivid wit this and hoe knockin

Tru to the shit that i spit and wont stoppin

The street gamble make you travel

And we can do it from the pineapple

All the way down to the big apple

I swang back and forth like a link chain

My homie came to court sporting hema mink man

Im not an honor roll student if that's wut you tellin me

Do you try to leave your country wit a felony

Its like a symphony

Man when you witness me

The holy water bay gang come and sprinkle me

I comb my hair like god

And hit up the city bumpin playboy tod

Man this is how we act

And boy we don't act

Its like a winter snake and a mongoose react

And blow back

I swim laps in the river i lust

With no life gaurd watchin when i splash and fuss

I throw my soul in the numba 2 pencil

It sounds like a bird when the gangbanger wistle

It was all so simple

Miss me with the riddles

The cat fish hunter throw it right down the middle

Crackin 4 triple ricky keep runnin

'cause everybody know when the rap starts gunnin, gunnin

Now chedder 2 serve news on the day she choose

EQ don't really hook up on the rondevouz

Or any rain checks flaze

Runnin the same shit

Life is what you make it and what the game give

Im the true and livin like a newer image

Im trying to ball wit out movin my pivot

I got away wit it i usually stay fitted

Hyphy bay livin

Ill be lacin em all up on a fast track tellin we're the stash cats

Baby it's a car day far from a lap dance

Still ima rap cat and i can tell you this

I respect a hoe way more than a bitch

Bitch