Automatik

[Chrous]
I could give you this or I could give you that
I could give you this or I could give you that
This shit automatic, this shit automatic
This shit automatic yea, yea
(Automatic yea)

[Verse]
Ooo, I feel born again
When she play my song again
She turned me on again
Such is life for mortal men
Had to take a minute sit back, and just work on myself
Almost gave up smoking weed but it's too good for my health
Every day I'm in the lab just like a scientist
Peep the regimen you'll say it's so inspiring
I got these abs off eating rappers, I ain’t dieting
You selling pussy, or is it free girl, I'm inquiring
Yea it's killa y'all can't fuck with me
Finite but I flow infinitely
Gas pack stay packed like a gypsy
First time I hit, that thang was all grippy
Now it hang loose, like Hawaiians in the sixties
Call me the goat, but don't call me literally
Less you the fam, or a man with a plan
To make at least ten bands
No Diddy, no dance
Gad damn I go ham, God got me both hands
Try to box with the champ, get rocked like land
Greenhouse fees, now I'm talking bout land
Grew my first key, the locksmith got canned
So much cabbage growing, I'ma need a ranch
That's yellow stones for my yellow gold
They gon bite the mold, like a Tyson hold
Got game for sale, but won't sell my soul

[Chrous]
I could give you this or I could give you that
I could give you this or I could give you that
This shit automatic, this shit automatic
This shit automatic yea, yea
(Automatic yea)

[Verse]
Yea it's automatic, ain't no practice I just activate
Money calls, I activate, if she thick I activate
Yea the whip is automatic, but I keep a stick for smoke and hate
So keep your distance before that second hand leaves you incapacitated
She could be a centerfold, but I treat her like a stash away
She said I ask for too much head, bitch I'm decapitated
If ain't bout stacking guap, don't ask me, I don't have a statement
I be dropping gems, my steeze so clean, you would think it's laminated

[Verse]
See we got flow for days
See we got sauce for days
See me and Pimp go back
See we both from around the way
See this here’s overlooked
And you bitches is overpaid
And I been in the house all-day
Just letting records play and play and play and play
And play and play
See the thing is we don’t play
This on my life all-day
This for the love OK?
See from that I won’t stray
See the path right clear through haze
See now I meditate, I marinate
To God I pray

[Chrous]
I could give you this or I could give you that
I could give you this or I could give you that
This shit automatic, this shit automatic
This shit automatic yea, yea
(Automatic yea)