Vers 1 So tell your girlfriend to kiss me through her camera phone, I still get cheque's from iTunes and Amazon, All you rappers done shifted to the hammer zone, Fuck you and every video you dancing on, Say my acurate spittery's too lyrical , Immaculate delivery, lyrics a true miracle, The new westament book I'm too spiritual, Long Beach is Nazareth homie the dude's biblical, The son of God flow since Gods my father, Jesus MC, walkin on top of aqua, The son of Jah till Rasta's put God and father together, Get Godfather now I'm a Mobsta. Vers 2 The coupe's ruthless, I'm driving the Eazy E way, Getting brains on the 105 freeway, Passing the Nickerson Gardens and the PJ's, Switch to the 710, now it's Long Beach AYYYY! Eastside or nothing, what you niggas mean, 17 shots, I call the bullets flying guillotine's, stretch you like a limousine, Squash you just like a centimeter centipede when the hennessy enters me, You see you dudes don't interest me, I see you all the time throughout the industry, You tellin' everybody that your in the streets, don't quit your day job then 'cause you ain't killing beats Vers 3 For all the artistic song's that you didn't do, They say a spitter can't get paid, that isn't true, I think my ice is all white with a hint of blue, I heard you got your chick a whip, I could get her two, Now I'm getting Karen Stephans in ya girl car, I should snatch your chain, rock it on worldstar, I should let my goons slap you on TMZ, I should fuck your whole day up like the DMV. Crooked's a classic like every song Biggie made, Something like Jigga when him and Eminem was Renegades, You found a hot ??, you making pop hits, by next year bye bye, you rappers Garbage