Saigon Velour - Ghostface Killah, Big Ghost Ltd, Snoop Dogg

Okay, yeah, yo yo

Son I walk down the block like it’s '76

Pimp robe, fur hat just to match my kicks

And my chain’s like 80 pounds of frozen ice

I got four bitches with me, no need to look twice

Throw rice at my feet, rose petals, Malaysian salt

I smoked two Cuban cigars and a Newport

An ounce of the blueberry, big bottle of Titos

Count the plaques on the wall, like I sang for The Beatles

Went from label to label, changed my name to Clark Gabel

Tony Starkaroni probably fucked your aunt Mabel

In the stash house owned by El Patrón

Big friends in high places, always flyin' outta zones

Big banks in Sweden, vaults in Morocco

But my all time favorite is a Columbian taco

If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy

If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me

Feds’ll lock me up and throw away the key

But my word is bond, that’s the code of the street

If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy

If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me

Feds’ll lock me up and throw away the key

But my word is bond, that’s the code of the street

Well I’m black as an onyx, (?) and demonic

Little (?) go in your mouth, Orthodontics

Globally iconic

Dr. Dre, The Chronic

My new company, Wu-Electronics

Scientifcally smart, technology art

(?) Jackson and Tony Stark’s undeniable thoughts

Avoidin' unmarks

FBI, DEA, all government sharks

All around the nation they see my demonstration

Four-Four revolver, no shell casings

Send you to a coroner, a murderer’s formula

My feet up for weeks, Miami Beach, Florida

Sign of success, trust the process

Women with they feet in my sand, topless

Darkman’s a monster, yeah, Lochness

Nothin' in the mother fuckin' word could stop this

I’m a ski-mask professional always after that decimal

Shoot you in your head, if you live, you’ll be a vegetable

If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy

If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me

Feds’ll lock me up and throw away the key

But my word is bond, that’s the code of the street

If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy

If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me

Feds’ll lock me up and throw away the key

But my word is bond, that’s the code of the street

Original, a lot of style, boom-pow

Blowin' on the pound, puh-puh-puh-puh-pow

Way up in the cloud

Misbehave the flav', now let me show you how

To maintain and sustain as I crush game

Smooth as silk with a little bit of Kush, mane

Plush game, lavish livin'

Bust on the pigs with bad intentions

Smoke dope, go for broke, young loc

The homie said 9−1-1 is a joke (Fuck tha police!)

And I believe that so I protect and serve

Every nigga on the block, that’s my word

Cadillac drivin', stackin', providin'

Listen to the sounds of the sirens

I’m a O.G. nigga on a mission

Beans don’t burn in the kitchen if you twist it while dippin' it

If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy

If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me

Feds’ll lock me up and throw away the key

But my word is bond, that’s the code of the street

If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy

If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me

Feds’ll lock me up and throw away the key

But my word is bond, that’s the code of the street

Guard at the gate, live in a mansion

Rap career longer than an extension

Still hold it in court

Got my wine in the World Report

Or should I say the duPont REGISTRY?

If it ain’t now, it will be

Grew up on purple, went from humble

Be bumpin' a bubble truck full of rumble

In a major way, E-40 cookin' out the double

Pot in the kitchen at all times

I’m a boss, still write my own rhymes

Been there, done it, been factor, trapper 'fore rapper

Been 100 from day one, quick thinker, fast reactor

Been a fixture, I don’t think it’s many left

Been the shit like your baby mama breath

Been in it for a while, been a threat

Custom houses and cars is how I’m livin'

If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy

If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me

Feds’ll lock me up and throw away the key

But my word is bond, that’s the code of the street

If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy

If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me

Feds’ll lock me up and throw away the key

But my word is bond, that’s the code of the street