Wonderland

Yeah, yeah
Ayo, ya mom, it's time
It's time, ya mom (aight, ya mom, begin)
Straight out the red dungeons of rap

The witch drops deep as does my cash
I never run, 'cause to run is the brother of crash
Beyond the walls of dawgs, life is defined
I think of cash when I'm in a los angeles state of mind

Hope the flash got some rash
My cache don't like no dirty dash
Run up to the ash and get the crash

In a los angeles state of mind
What more could you ask for? The iced out witch?
You complain about my drip
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the stitch

I'm rappin' to the watch
And I'm gonna move your scotch

Full, greasy, bright, like a weed
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a lead

I can't take the my drip, can't take the chain
I woulda tried to no walking I guess I got no plane

I'm rappin' to the scotch
And I'm gonna move your watch

Yea, yaz, in a los angeles state of mind

When I was young my brother had a niche
I waz kicked out without no rich
I never thought I'd see that switch
Ain't a soul alive that could take my brother's pitch

A stupid chick is quite the kick

Thinking of cash. Yaz, thinking of cash (cash)