Raw Dope

We just cruising Like Smokey and the Bandit Windows down Music loud Smoking that organic Floating like a boat on the Atlantic I hope you know just when to panic Get that pussy soaked Like the Titanic Every clip is a banana No brown spots Red dots on ya commander Obscene shit Green tips from the hammer I don't give props Unless your shits hotter than summer up in Alabama They calling me the great Gambini now No man alive can ever say that he beat me down Rhyme so grimy They don't even want me around So what? No fucking ziti, now? Yo, I been getting money in Little Italy Sit at the same table with motherfuckers tryna get rid of me like the Kennedys Cause we independently Selling records without the record labels charging their little penalties It's all motion and mathematics That's why I focus on mechanics I flow like no one on the planet No one understands it I'm holding all the cards And I'm throwing 'em like Gambit Going in with bars and Im rolling out with damn hits Every trip to the Bahamas Watch the sunrise with my chick in our pajamas Sipping mai tai's Smokin' spliffs of marijuana's Am I sleeping with the enemy and swimming with piranhas? They call me overrated and overpaid and that's wrong I bet make more money than anyone off this song I've been in the studio with my bong As my brain and the stage slowly fades into fog Cue the special FX First comes the bite Then the venom is next Ever since 36 chambers been protecting my neck You get the fame, Then the Devil collects Let's make a gentlemen's bet Win or lose, I bet I'll spit a rhyme you'll never forget