Teaspoon! Come here, come here, hey, hey, hey Hey go get me two pounds of bud and two of yay Muthafuckaz at mah house right now 'cuz
How can sell? (You see is like football, you know what I'm saying?) I have to go to jail (You gotta hike the ball and just make something man)
Can I possibly get (I mean you know you get tackled, you know what I'm saying?) Before go and snitch (Then again, you might around and make a touch down)
I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, One false move, I can be I the cops, I use a decoy See my motherfuckin' driver, he's a boy
I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, One move, I can be destroyed To the cops, I use a decoy You see my driver, he's a white boy
All my life I did nothin' but Learned to rely on my gut Yo name is What? I know you from where? Where? I don't mean to seem but you look suspicious
Stop talking 'bout drugs on the Stop with a bunch of thugs to my home Stop up, call me before you come Stop telling these where you got it from
How long can I The Sheriff departments right the block I have to go to jail Pass my beer so I can this rock
Can I possibly get the tabs the turnakit and syringes Before go snitch Before the DEA kick the of the hinges
I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, One false move I can be I the cops I use a decoy You see my motherfuckin' driver, he's a boy
I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, One false move, I can be I avoid the cops, I use a You see my motherfuckin' driver, he's a boy
As I bail down the street my khakis creased looking at me look like the police Havin' conversations with my gang Do you think, we under police
questions giving suggestions Pulling Smith an' on strange pedestrians Cookin' crack up, dollar bills up Hope the cops don't backup, here come man
How long, runnin', stop runnin', can I sell? The Sheriff department's right down the Before I to go to jail Pass my beer so I can this rock
Can I get real? up, pass the tabs, turnakit and syringes Before somebody go and Before the DEA kick the off the hinges
Maybe I oughta stop sellin' Spend more time with my son and my But my drug life drug me away my wife She couldn't deal with the stress and the
The cocaine and the hood rats jockin' The late night knockin' the way blockin' at night I fantasize 'bout rappin' But I gotta dope till it happen For how
Hey, who is that, who is that See you all up, I got these looks Yo man little rich comin' over here That's I'm saying now
You know they gonna snitch, they can't even lie to their the fuck you think they gonna do when the police pressure 'em? Get to and shit, Afroman sold it to me mommy He stays over
How long can I The Sheriff departments down the block Before I to go to jail Pass my beer so I can swallow this
Can I possibly get the tabs the turnakit and syringes Before somebody go Before the DEA kick the of the hinges
I'm so paranoid, now God lay me down to Before the cops rape, give me a beat If accidently kill me and I don't escape some white person, gotta video tape
Twinkle twinkle little star That looks like a car Shining on my dope A raid
I not Little homie hold my gun I'm fuckin' run I run, I don't care
Throw that dope, chase me, through the hood Straight in to the camera Fly lepord's
I hear, German Freeze, it right there Drug dealers, Busted crack, court No black
Handcuffs very tight, Baptist all white They could be my peers, sentence me twenty years This rap so damn real, I'm glad I gotta deal If I don't sell a mill, this could, could still What a