4th & Cherry

[Intro]
Chill out, punk, you a sorry sucka
I'm the king of this here flo', you dig?
Uh, yeah, look

[Verse]
This rare beef was just a appetizer
Sliced ribs had to paralyze ya
You try and run, I bet this lead'll find ya
Same lames you call gang standin' with you now dead behind ya
I'm out of my mind, Optimus Prime, rookie season
Shootin' cannons at the king, get booked for treason
Flow strictly for the Caddy or Caprices
Better learn to wash your greens before the beef gets seasoned
Million-dollar smile with a low profile
Able to see the future through a retro style
My shorty's strapped, it's peekin' through the blouse
When it's time to put in work, my girls' gon' go wild
Off the dribble lace you up from downtown
Dollars on my brother books holdin' the fam down
Jacket made of python, skin from Milan
Long Beach charm, send backup, ring the alarm
I'm feeling fabulous, hatin' on me is cool
This wasn't made for the average, I move where the cabbage is
Stay with the smoke like "who matchin' this?"
Hat low, solo, pet Perry the Platypus
Word to Diddy ad-libs, boy, I can't stop
Chinchilla in the summertime and still ain't hot
I done had enough of this
Another word out this nigga and I'm snuffin' kid

[Chorus]
The proof's in the pudding, your ingredients off
You need to get lost
Passed every level just to fail at the boss
Punk, you the runt who shouldn't run with the dogs, nah
The proof's in the pudding, your ingredients off
You need to get lost
Passed every level just to fail at the boss
Punk, you the runt who shouldn't run with the dogs
You niggas is soft

[Outro]
Yeah (You niggas is soft)
You niggas is soft
You need to get lost
Yeah, north side
To the east side
You know how we ride
Yeah