[Intro:]
Uh, let me get some there for twenty dollars watch, twenty dollars. You can get one for forty, forty-five, fifty, fifty-five, sixty, whatever, nigga. Seattle, what up? Bitch, you gon' love me forever!
[Chorus – x2:]
I just stopped sellin' crack today!
I just stopped sellin' crack today!
What you say? What you say?
O-X-Y, I'm moron! O-X-Y, I'm moron!
[Verse 1:]
Crazy, got my stash somewhere in her Mercedes,
80's, get these off new shoes for my baby,
Oxy, I don't know no Pablo or no papi,
What you know about a pill, plus a 8 ball,
You gotta re-up fifty times just to get a rack off, ugh!
I can get a hundred of ‘em, make over three G's,
Only took two days, only re-up'd one time;
Where the sun barely shine and it rain for about
Nine months out the year, man, it's something right here,
For Seattle nigga, cheers, when I look up at y'all city like lookin' in the mirror,
Damn near had a career, just might shed a tear, ugh!
Man, this shit right here for my niggas, who ain't make it home,
Sittin' on a tear, got a dap to a nigga bright in here, feelin' life ain't fair,
If I was in your shoes, I would've copped, don't care,
Had a scene, had the medics like clear, ugh!
Big body cold like a Polar Bear, ungh!
I done sold more shit than hookers, expensive tees, resemble a push up,
Stopped sellin' crack, ‘cause I don't fuck with narcos, ugh!
Vanity slave, got whips and chains,
Dirty money, clean money the same, even if I got life, I ain't sayin' a name.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Groovy, when I die tell Spike Lee make a movie,
Ooh-wee, cops bringin' dogs, hope they don't sniff my bitch booty,
Oxy, O-X-Y, only feel like I could stop me,
Quincy, now how you nigga slidin' up every now and then in a Bentley?
Easy, sixty, forty, fifty, you can get one for thirty if you let me hook this titty.
Let a nigga fuck then my dogs see your kitty.
Just stopped sellin' crack today,
When it get hot, smoke a pill, watch it glide like Dr. J,
I prescribe you, I'm your doctor, ‘kay?
You can crush this shit, you can sniff this shit,
You can take this shit, you can smoke this shit,
Do you like this shit, nigga, ugh!
Your brain go numb, synthetic heroin,
Without the injections, do the same love and affection,
How could they say feelin' good is an addiction?
But the world is full of shit, so I don't listen,
In fact, we livin' to die is a contradiction,
So trappin' in a Nissan,
O-X-Y, I keep ‘em, O-X-Y, you need one.
[Chorus]