The Big Kahuna Outro

[Intro]
Ice rocks what up
Let me take [?]
Lord lord

[Verse]
Yeah I'm something like a jazz musician
Except we on the corner, this is facts we spitting
Yeah nigga, always better than my last addition
So vivid, can't tell if it's fact or fiction
I'm humble with the hammer, my jungle niggas matter
Before I bake the cake always double up the batter
The pianos remind me of a Nat King Cole
Got this rap thing sold, but let this mack clean go
7 for a verse no curses all punches
Gave away free dinners, working on lunches
Loyalty production, first recorder fee is buzzing
I'm a champ for the people that's according to the public
The back is still original, I'm trapping off the digital
Alcohol and criminals is all I been a witness to
Shooter on the standby, moving on man time
Mother fuck the feds, niggas using land lines
Tanning in Aruba eating salmon and some tuna
I don't gotta be Hawaiian they know I'm the big Kahuna
Mother fucker
I don't gotta be Hawaiian they know I'm the big Kahuna