Lala

The killer, silver-back gorilla
Chinchilla, I flee though
Giuseppe or the Gucci with the deep soul
On the yacht, or a gun at your peep hole
Crack vials and hard shells
Gym bars, pull up bars, bar bells
Shit, where you from, man? Welcome you to our hell
We get melted, ice cream, no carvel
Out of hunger baby, you can hear my heart yell
Went to Mexico, got with a cartel
Back in at it, four four and mac again
Trafficking, mom said you itching the scratch again

Streets did me dirty, the label talking bout dropping me
Went to mid-west and Ohio, niggas stopping me
Shit, and you know you till my niggas
John nasty P, I know you feel us

Lala, we be smoking
Lala, smoking all night
Lala, we be smoking
Lala, smoking all night

Yo, we on bite alright, you all bark
Have you surrounded in all white, that's all chalk
Talk about cocaine, you ain't in the ballpark
Tell the white boy sniff it up like an aardvark
Car park, right in front of school of the hard knocks
Into Mr. Hustlers, killers and car sharks
Ball players, all day is, hoops players bird play
I ain't think I make it to my sixteenth birthday
This ain't about word play, word life
This about how I got the shit every Tuesday and Thursday
Whoever would have thought though when I first served yey
That I'd have my own call, something like ursay

Lala, we be smoking
Lala, smoking all night
Lala, we be smoking
Lala, smoking all night