| I’m from the era of Ronald Reagan | 
| And from my dress code and my style tyga yea you know what im slangin' | 
| Valentine heart shooter | 
| Pinky nail for real and can’t ya tell ain’t nobody cuter | 
| A pitbull terrier carries in ya area | 
| And he really ain’t sharin ya | 
| Add a two door straight pirrhana | 
| I keep it sparked like a rear end six-four of an impalla | 
| Skinny baby done dollar | 
| And when I rip theese raps to gat ya back it ain’t no prada | 
| Nicky is a matador | 
| Yo whatchu give it for | 
| Its like rain when the money pour | 
| Hey a pitbull terrier carries in ya area | 
| And he really ain’t sharin ya | 
| I keep it dark as darth vader | 
| I keep it cold as cream to make ya gleam with thirty one flavors | 
| Three bullets just grazed ya | 
| And I can’t believe we smokin weed the streets done raised ya | 
| It was the ultimate caper | 
| And as the year pass I fear we talk about paper | 
| Pitbull terrier carries in ya area | 
| And he really ain’t sharin ya | 
| Ya see I step through whats up to all my nephews | 
| I’m leavin' the suckas to super heros for the rescue | 
| And every attitude in the grill like respect do we crept through | 
| Its been a long time we shouldn’t have left you | 
| Ima locate ya spot ima go steak the block | 
| Its nation wide knowin ima rotate the clock | 
| Around timing rebudle and make it seem so drastic | 
| Visual havin feel its no longer lasting | 
| Start the rhyme shootin computin with many brains | 
| No time for tootn' make a comback like eddy caine | 
| Never cross game or point with steady aim | 
| I put it so simple in the crookedest way | 
| Ima brain wave, over-take, maintain, no mistake | 
| Dont give a fuck I ain’t gonna wait | 
| Knowin theres more to make | 
| Its weaker when you know when its right | 
| I hold the mic with confidence like rollin the dice | 
| Sometimes im lucky as luciano | 
| And I collect little things like ships thats made in the bottle | 
| Block monster ass steak | 
| Butterflys surround my waiste I shake but still beat the case | 
| Laid out like a bear rug | 
| Beacause the way I sqeeze to make this cheese is somthin like a bear hug | 
| Man I ain’t never met a fair thug | 
| Baby you with me or not cause you know I dont share love | 
| I kick back in the twilight | 
| Man thats the wicked little brother of the thang we call the limelite | 
| I switch lanes in the fast life | 
| And this psycic said I was king tut in my past life | 
| I looked at her like «thats right» yeah | 
| Respect the law the star born to break the law | 
| Machine gun alibi, its like a lullaby | 
| We smoke weed and we dont cry | 
| Hey! | 
| a pitbull terrier carries in ya area | 
| And he really ain’t sharin ya… |