The Blow

Yeah, yeah

***** just, you know what i'm sayin’, the king of, you know

King of talkin' ****

Yeah, yeah

You don't know how far, you don’t know how much

You don't go, when you ******' with the blow

Yeah, we goin'

Yeah, yeah yeah

Choppa style, chop chop, choppa style

Shout to Gazi, Arabic numbers in my Rollie down

My baby said if I be faithful, she gone hold me down (Real ****)

I'm ******' these hoes, I want it all like an only child

About to take a trip, I got coke and **** on my grocery list

Oxycontin pack, I be switchin' rackets like Djokovic

Stood up on my demon, the machine ain't never promoted this

Coldest ***** you ever heard on Alan or Otis ****

(And you know this ****)

*****, it’s liquid golden when I’m over **** (Yeah)

I fill up the track like a Mr. T starter kit, spit the hardest ****

I should grow a muh ******' mohawk and get a black van with a red stripe

***** say I got ’em for his weight, I shot him in his face

That ***** boy was dead right (Dead right)

It's just a freestyle, let a ***** breathe

I don't know what's worse

To have the IRS or have your baby mamas in a *****’s cheese

Had to cut a couple ******* off

I guess they used to think that they was out a ***** league

Ghostface, I got ice cream

Russian, Puerto Rican, Black and Blackanese

You don't know how far

That **** easier than writing

You can go, how much

Federal photographers

You can grow, how far

I don't know why the **** I wanted to say that, ****

You can go, when you ******' with the blow

From a seven hundred square foot apartment

Never claim to be the king of New Orleans

Though my new castle one of the largest

From helicopters, federal photographers takin' pictures

My driveway full of Impalas and I'm not stoppin' for one minute

If they really thought they knew somethin'

They would've been came to come get me

Not sayin' that they would've got me, though

You copy, bro, I'm out at Mojave

Desert, dune-buggies and Kawasakis

You gotta know to have fun with your money

Young hustler, watch me

Keep hittas around me

'Cause ****** be clownin', can't trust nobody

It might be your partner that drop your body

That **** not shockin'

I see it all the time, livin' in this wild world of crime

Scribblin' lines on her mirror

******* nose dive, who am I

You don't know how far

You can go, how much you can grow, how far

You can go, when you ******' with the blow

You mean to tell me you guys have never snorted coke?

Well, I always wanted to try, you know

But you want to, right? Why not?

It's great stuff, Alvy

A friend of mine just brought it over from California