3am in LA

Like a kango he is all around cappin I'm on lobster claw shit I'm all about snappin All about spazzin All about franklins and Jackson Camp Michael Jackson We gon slid back up On em bitch Let him have it spike off a cleat Yea boy we on that traction trac off the scat Yea Nigga It's a savage He ain't neva had no money Stuffed Ina mattress He under a rock Yea that bitch nigga Patrick Wanna be a rapper bad Say that It's his passion Say he got all the plays And the fashion But I seen him on the metro When I past him Hundo what u mean That li Nigga gassin He ain't bout motion He ain't bout no action Nigga walk-in round hungry Tryna say he fastin Type to go hit th club but really on his last manee I be riding round the city goin fast manee If Yo Za meter low im the Gas maneee Drop 60+ in this bitch like Kobe last game I gives a f*ck about my first it's bout my last name !!!!!! Ok that's easy, lobster linguini Extra Parmesan I like everything's cheesy Say you don't believe me I don't give a reason too My eyes behind Cartier lens playing peek a boo Za come white ash I should name this pikachu, He up at the pick a part, for something on his ve-hic-al I'm back open like a pick up ford for that cheeba too Bajabeez I can really work that scale like a libra do