Big Fish Theory

Crabs in a bucket

Crabs in a bucket

Wanna see you at the bottom, don't you love it?

When they're hatin' so you hit 'em with the encore

Sendin' shots but you at the top floor

Let 'em pop shit, give me some drugs to go pop with

Need white women at the shows unconscious

If not that then topless, earned all this

Get with that or get in the moshpit

Where's your moxie? Ain't you from Poppy?

Young man, you not actin' too cocky

Prolly 'cause I'm feelin' like the world gon' crash

Read a hundred somethin' on the E-class dash

If I'm feelin' funny, guaranteed gon' blast

Cock back, blast, put 'em in a bag

Prolly gon' regret it in the retrospect

Got a lot of problems I ain't let go yet

Spend a lot of money on the CDG

Ain't I lookin' lovely on the TV screen?

Battle with the white man day by day

Feds takin' pictures doin' play by play

They don't ever want to see the black man eat

Nails in the black man's hands and feet

Put him on a cross so we put him on a chain

Lying to me, sayin' he don't look like me

Rollcage on the GT3

How a show on stage like a DVD?

Put me in the MoMA when it's over with

I used to look up to the sky, now I'm over shit

Remember that I still got you

I still got you here

It's rare they'd come across you?

I kept you hidden in my head

Drowning in my own ocean

I forgot to care

And you can drop the anchor, baby

I know what's under there

It never really crossed my mind to think

Maybe you'd avert your glance at me?

Ever really cross your mind

Ever really cross your mind

I ain't never had no chance to breathe

You can get anything you want

You know what I'm saying?

You want that over there?

You want that over there?

I got you

I was up late night ballin'

Countin' up hundreds by the thousand

I was up late night ballin'

Countin' up hundreds by the thousand

I was up late night ballin'

Countin' up hundreds by the thousand

I was up late night ballin'

Countin' up hundreds by the thousand

I was up late night balling

So far from my past misfortune

No sleepin', late nights no eatin'

Gun squeezing, I'm a real Artesian

Ramona, I was round that corner

Still down, I'm a Norf Norf soldier

G slide right down Sawyer

When we slide, you won't see morning

Another story of a young black man

Tryna make it up out that jam, goddamn

Bag back, let me make my bands, got plans

If you hatin' don't shake my hand

Take it easy, homie

Reminiscin' sitting in that Benz

Of the 22 bus stop way back when

With the .22, five shot eyes on scan

For the click, clack, clap

Or the boop, bop, bam, cuz

I was up late night ballin'

Countin' up hundreds by the thousand

I was up late night ballin'

Countin' up hundreds by the thousand

I was up late night ballin'

Countin' up hundreds by the thousand

I was up late night ballin'

Countin' up hundreds by the thousand

It's funny I was going crazy not too long ago

Women problems every morning like the Maury show

Swimming upstream while I'm tryna keep my bread

From the sharks make me wanna put the hammer to my head

At the park politickin' with the kids

Tryna get 'em on a straight path, got the lames mad

Know they hate to see me make cash, got the space dash

In the foreign with the GPS addressed to your mama house

Compensation conversations what I'm all about

Took the smart route, never been marked out

Shoulda been dead broke, shoulda been chalked out

But it didn't happen, now it's time to get it cracking

Quarterbackin' like I'm 40 Water

Mix the holy water with the Voss

Wanna be the boss then you gotta pay the cost

Learned it from the Dogg I'm from Long Beach

That's the city where the skinny carry strong heat

I was up late night ballin'

Countin' up hundreds by the thousand

I was up late night ballin'

Countin' up hundreds by the thousand

I was up late night ballin'

Countin' up hundreds by the thousand

I was up late night ballin'

Countin' up hundreds by the thousand

I was up late night ballin'

Countin' up hundreds by the thousand

I was up late night ballin'

Countin' up hundreds by the thousand

I was up late night ballin'

Countin' up hundreds by the thousand

I was up late night ballin'

Countin' up hundreds by the thousand

Sometimes you have to get all the

All the crap out the way before you hit the good stuff and you're like

"Ok, I'm getting good stuff now"

But, um, uh, I had a be

I mean, the stuff I write about, what do I really write about?

I've got my weed songs and all my songs about my boy, uh, my ex-boyfriend, George

Songs about relationships that are kinda doomed from the start

You know, songs about when I fell in love and it went wrong

And I was so in love at the time, you know, I was like

And I was with someone that I was in love with, you know what I mean? We were in love

You know what I mean? We were together, so,

When it, and that's like a real drug, isn't it?

So when it, when it didn't come together, I was just like

You know? It really hurt

But I needed enough distance from it

So that it wasn't like raw emotion anymore

But not enough distance that I'd forget

I'm quite a self-destructive person, so I guess

I guess if you give me some material

Raindrops on my windowsill

Longing for your nature's feel

Loved that song when we were kids

Now it makes me want you here

Sometimes, people disappear

Think that was my biggest fear

I should have protected you

Sometimes, I wish it would rain

Sunshine, blue skies

Please go away

Sometimes, I wish it would rain

The girl has found another and

Gone away

With her went my future

My life is filled with gloom

So day after day

I stay locked up in my room

I know to you

Love can be

Love can be

Love can be

Love can be

Love can be

Love

Love can be a loss or maybe not

You can get me out the cash you got

Slap me, take the keys, go 'round the block

Make some memories and die a star

I'm over you

You talk a lot of shit, unamused

Ain't puttin' on the ritz for no dudes

I could finish you like I fit in shoes

So you know my name

I'm not your babe

What's that you're saying?

I don't speak lame

You know my name

I'm not your babe

Thinking of coming?

Kindly refrain

All the bees buzzing

Girls love the lifestyle

So prone to clubbing

Come alive when the night's out

Just crashed the sports car

So much for fast life

Phone calls from loves lost

Tryna get back right

Love can be

Love can be

Love can be

Love can be, yeah

Love can be so disheartening, darling

Love can be, yeah

Love can be

Tell the world I want my OGs

Dodge the groupies, them don't move me

Ooh, she's moved me somewhere cosy

Ooh, she's never leave me lonely

Call my phone, say she horny, want me

I can make time or I can make money

I'ma keep countin', count me out, shawty

Never let a bitch Lil' Bow Wow me

Never finna weaken, raise my seat

Baby mama drama on the TMZ

Alimony money for the nails and weave

Nail me to the cross like that boy JC

Chuckin' up the deuce like the boy Chris Breeze

But we don't Su Woo on the six-five street

Riding down the shoreline, tank on E

No shotgun seat, this dick ain't free

Love can be

Love can be

Love can be

Love can be

Love can be disheartening, darling

Love can be

Love can be

Love can be

Love can be

Love can be

Love can be

Love can be disheartening, darling

Love can be

Love can be

I'm in that 745

Hope I can come scoop you up 'round 7:45

Slide 'round with my drop top up or down, you down to ride?

Looked into my eyes and told me "Daddy sure you right"

745

745

Hope I can come scoop you up 'round 7:45

Slide 'round with my drop top up or down, you down to ride?

Looked me in my eyes and told me "Daddy sure you right"

745

All my life man I want fast cars, NASCARs

All my life I want runway stars, Kate Moss

All my life I want waves at my front door

No green grass, no porch

I just want sea shores

All my life

All my life pretty women done told me lies

All my life pretty women done told me lies

All my life pretty women done told me lies

Told me lies, told me lies

I'm in that 745

Hope I can come scoop you up 'round 7:45

Slide 'round with my drop top up or down, you down to ride?

Looked into my eyes and told me "Daddy show you right"

745

745

Hope I can come scoop you up 'round 7:45

Slide 'round with my drop top up or down, you down to ride?

Looked me in my eyes and told me "Daddy show you right"

745

Eyes can't hide your hate for me

Maybe it was made for the Maybelline

Spend so much tryna park the car

Barely got a tip for the maître d'

You head straight to the oyster bar

I tread lightly Sam speak

Play too rough might break ya heart

And them glass shoes ain't made to walk

These lonely streets

Unpaved, unscathed

Morning dew's giving you the coldest feet

Said that she was comin' through after dark

Look at the stars, they hardly speak

This thing called love is real hard for me

This thing called love is a God to me

And we all just got property

So feel free to fulfill the prophecy

Adam, Eve

Apple tree

Watch out for the snakes baby

Open streets

Ocean breeze

We should get away, baby

I'm in that 745

Hope I can come scoop you up 'round 7:45

Slide 'round with my drop top up or down, you down to ride?

Looked into my eyes and told me "Daddy show you right"

745

745

Hope I can come scoop you up 'round 7:45

Slide 'round with my drop top up or down, you down to ride?

Looked me in my eyes and told me "Daddy show you right"

745

New York, New York

Bright lights in dark skies

If I die today

Would you even know I existed?

Would you see my face?

How I love you so

You are so far away

You're in my skin, above my brain

If I should pass away

New York, New York

Bright lights in dark skies

If I die today

Would you even know I existed?

Would you see my face?

How I love you so

You are so far away

You're in my skin, above my brain

If I should pass away

Gunshot

Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right

(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)

Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right

(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)

Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right

(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)

Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right

(Boy yeah)

Is your house big? Is your car nice?

Is your girl fine? Fuck her all night

Is you well paid? Are your shows packed?

If your song played, would they know that?

How the thug life? How the love life?

How the workload? Is your buzz right?

Do the trap jump? Is the club right?

Got your head right? Boy, yeah right

Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right

(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)

Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right

(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)

Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right

(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)

Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right

(Boy yeah)

Pretty women wanna slit the wrist

Pretty women wanna be a rich man's bitch

Pretty women want a couple kids

Pretty women want a new ass, new lips

Pretty women wanna push a Benz

Come correct and she won't let you in

Thumbin' through the checks, she gets it in

Diamonds on your neck, is them pretend?

Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right

(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)

Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right

(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)

Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right

(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)

Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right

(Boy yeah)

Got an enemy that changes dependin' what direction

You're facin'

Got an enemy that tells you off, blockin' what's efficient

You're placed in

You pretend to get a better idea about the lifestyle

You're chasin'

Keep pretendin' that you real

Until every selfie is erased

Pop 'til it's fakin'

Pop 'til the wrist pop

Pop 'til he shakin'

Pop like four on the floor been in rotation

No allegation

Popular demand, I understand my name is only for conversation

New York nigga be like "deadass"

L.A. nigga be like "on the dead homies"

I was off the porch like Fed-Ex

211, got bread on me

K-Dot twilight the zeitgeist

Roll like fried rice and tempura shrimp

Temporary pimp, nah, don't remember them

Just canary yellow gem, jumping out the fuckin' gym

Swang like new Dana Dane, I ride dirty

Paid like two Damon Wayans, retire early

Fade like shadows, corrallin' the cattle

A bitches decision for you, is narrow

Collision, the money, and fame, the pharaoh

The physic, the chemist, the lame

Collateral for Kendrick whenever exchange

Compatible for riches with more to gain

A sad nigga? Yeah right

I don't fair fight but I bear fight

Lookin' for my next roadkill for the headlight

Hangin' though my last four kills for the highlights

My life, high life, high five, bye, bye

Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right

(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)

Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right

(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)

Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right

(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)

Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right

(Boy yeah)

No stupid

Don't think too much, you gon' lose it

Just lose yourself in the music

Get off your ass and move that thang, girl

All my girls are my main girl

'Round the world in them planes

'Til they chains too strap to do range

'Til they see how you walk and your strange look

These niggas won't hold me back

These niggas won't hold me back

These niggas won't hold me back

These niggas won't hold me back

These hoes won't hold me back

These hoes won't hold me back

These hoes won't hold me back

These hoes won't hold me back

Oh my God, I'm the bigshot now

Prima Donna had them like "wow!"

Hitchcock in my modern day

Where the fuck is my VMA?

Where the fuck is my Grammy?

Supermodels wearin' no panties

Supercar, not drivin' no Camry

Freshman, Showtek but no rallies

These niggas won't hold me back

These niggas won't hold me back

These niggas won't hold me back

These niggas won't hold me back

These hoes won't hold me back

These hoes won't hold me back

These hoes won't hold me back

These hoes won't hold me back

My girlfriend looks like she's from Gilmore

Dance on my bands like we from Fillmore

This my ghetto story, crescendo

Coupe with them same windows, limos

Wrong label had me in limbo

Too much info, we're rich and prismo

Prolly loco, black as the Congo

Pay me pronto, wearin' snow camo

I'm on a new level

I am too cultured and too ghetto

If you knew better you'd do better

But then you would know by the word of my penis

Please do not treat me like I'm not a genius

I'm runnin' on empty, the new River Phoenix

I'm out in Bristol, bro from the ends got a pistol

The bro from the ends gonna get you

These niggas won't hold me back

These niggas won't hold me back

These niggas won't hold me back

These niggas won't hold me back

These hoes won't hold me back

These hoes won't hold me back

These hoes won't hold me back

These hoes won't hold me back

I was 'pose to meet you

Don't tell my girls or I'll creep through

I never see you

Can't figure what I did to leave you

Everything's see-through

Your official smile to see you

They don't see you

Wish that I could see too

Way up, way up

Way up, way up

Same old thing

Watch me do the same old thing

If I wrote your ass a love song

Could I make it bang? If I pull up with my guns wrong

Run, I make it bang

Homie, tell me where you come from, tell me what you bang

Ain't a damn thing funny, but we laughing to the bank

Never blow a dough change, rather blow my fucking brain

Decorator came from Spain

Blow the budget on an accent door

What that accent 'bout?

Southern California, living daddy in and out of prison

Ain't no father to my style, I'm the ODB

Or the OPB when I go OT

All the shows sold out and the hoes show out

Tryna be a baby mama, tryna break a player pockets

That's a no no

This day forward I ain't taking photos

Then we wear our old clothes, we ain't giving promo no mo'

Just the same old thing (way up, way up)

Watch me do the same old thing

Do the same old thing, do the same old thing (way up, way up)

Watch me do the same old thing, just the same old same

Same thing (way up, way up, way up, way up)

Same old same

Same thing (way up, way up)

Chain, big chain, ain't shit changed, same old thing

Win the race or fix your face, your woman on my dinner plate

I'm coming for that last supper, sinner seat, I've been a G

I drive across the inner state

We cracked and launched the murder rate

They know who did the killing, but they didn't see

On the verse there's a price, on the show there's a fee

We don't do no barber shopping, we don't show no empathy

Empty out your pockets, ten thousand fee for that talking

I gotta take this extra five

No doubt about it, we the best alive

No testifying, we silent

Never told them our partners

My partner and 'em got bodies

I'm tryna put 'em in robbers

They used to put us in G rides, so now I put 'em in college

Put 'em on with this business then put 'em on with your mama

Just the same old thing (way up, way up)

Watch me do the same old thing

Do the same old thing, do the same old thing (way up, way up)

Watch me do the same old thing, just the same old same

Same thing (way up, way up, way up, way up)

Same old same

Same thing (way up, way up)

Chain, big chain, ain't shit changed, same old thing

Way up, way up

Way up, way up

Way up, way up

Way up, way up

Yeah I been fucked since my early days

I been stuck in my worldly ways

Propaganda, press pan the camera

Please don't look at me in my face

Everybody might see my pain

Off the rail, might off myself

Bored with life as I board this plane

Stewardess asked if I need help

Maybe baby, what's your last name

Hopefully it still ain't been changed

Something 'bout ya make me not doubt ya

I wuss out as my brain scream louder

Asking when I'm gon' blast myself

Couple problems my cash can't help

Human issues, too strong for tissues

Fuck bravado, won't mask my wealth

Move your body if you came here to party

If not then pardon me

How I'm supposed to have a good time

When death and destruction's all I see?

Out of sight, I'm out of my mind

The sound of sunshine is calling me

Good vibrations is all I need

All I need, all I need

Party people, yeah

Party people I like to see you dance

Party people, yeah

Party people I like to see you dance

Party people, move

Party people I like to see you groove

This is how we do, this is how we do

Deja vu from a bayside view

I see black cats in the daytime too

I see black cats on the daytime news

With handcuffed wrists and their skin turned blue

I made out once at the rendezvous and felt star-struck

"Vince, the car's out front"

Got things to do, got to make my moves

I can't miss my flight and miss you too, boo

First class seats is overrated

Won't go 'less they overpay us

Nowadays I'm overdating

My dick is strict for procreation

Her lips, my lips stay well acquainted

Her morning moans is calling me

Good vibrations is all I need

All I need, all I need

Move your body if you came here to party

If not then pardon me

How I'm supposed to have a good time

When death and destruction's all I see?

Out of sight, I'm out of my mind

The sound of sunshine is calling me

Good vibrations is all I need

All I need, all I need

Party people, yeah

Party people I like to see you dance

Party people, yeah

Party people I like to see you dance

Party people, move

Party people I like to see you groove

This is how we do, this is how we do

This is for my future baby mama

Hope your skin is black as midnight

I'll take you out that Honda

I can put you in a Benz

I can balance out your chakras

Fornication is a sin, we can fuck all night regardless

Our father art in heaven, as I pray for new McLarens

Pray the police don't come blow me down 'cause of my complexion

Everybody think they know me now

Cause I'm chicken-checkin'

Negro, you are not my homie

How dare you think it's different

Boy, you tripping

Gas break 'n dip, the cash came, I flipped

And stacked that, yeah I stacked that past the ceiling

So sacrilegious, don't ask to chat

And don't ask for pictures, bagbak I'm tripping

Bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me

Better bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me

Better bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me

Bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me, homie

Boy I'm buoyant, we are

Floating on them peons

Go in 'til they take my bro'nem out them CDCRs

Prison system broken, racial war commotion

Until the president get ashy, Vincent won't be votin'

We need Tamikas and Shaniquas in that Oval Office

Obama ain't enough for me, we only getting started

The next Bill Gates can be on Section 8 up in the projects

So 'til they love my dark skin

Bitch I'm goin' all in

Gas break 'n dip, the cash came, I flipped

And stacked that, yeah I stacked that past the ceiling

So sacrilegious, don't ask to chat

And don't ask for pictures, bagbak I'm tripping

Bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me

Better bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me

Better bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me

Bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me, homie

They found it

Depth close to 3,230 feet

A deep dive, but within acceptable range

Clap your hands if the police ever profiled

You ain't gotta worry, don't be scary 'cause we on now

Ain't no gentrifying us, we finna buy the whole town

Tell the one percent to suck a dick, because we on now

We on now, we on now

Tell the one percent to suck a dick, because we on now

Tell the government to suck a dick, because we on now

Tell the president to suck a dick, because we on now

We on now

We on now

We on now

We on now

When the sun go down

When the jay go 'round

In the middle of the night

Bet your girl goes down

Rain come down

Rain come down

Rain come down

Rain come down

Rain come down

Rain come down

Rain come down (and the rain)

Rain come down

Get your man laid down

No, no, no, no, no, no, no

No, no, no, no, no, no, no (rain come down)

No, no, no, no, no, no, no

No, no, no, no, no, no, no (rain come down)

I'm the man, ten toes in the street

I'm the blood on the leaves, I'm the nose in the Sphinx

Where I'm from we don't go to police

Where I'm from we don't run, we just roll with the heat

I'm the back of the bus, take a seat

Take a ride on the side where we die in the street

And the cops don't come for some weeks

No, the cops don't come for some weeks

Ride in the drop top, son, why think?

Might get JFK'd, hope not I prayeth

If so, ain't no thang to a G

I feel just like Snoop on Andre Day

I run North Side of the beach

Run these streets like Ali Bomaye

I'm Lou' Bourgeois on the beat

Best bet, try not to compete

When the sun go down

When the jay go 'round

In the middle of the night

Bet your girl goes down

Rain come down

I'm the man, ten toes in the street

I'm the blood on the leaves, I'm the nose in the Sphinx

Where I'm from we don't go to police

Where I'm from we don't run, we just roll with the heat

I'm the back of the bus, take a seat

Take a ride on the side where we die in the street

And the cops don't come for some weeks

No, the cops don't come for some weeks

Ride in the drop top, son, why think?

Might get JFK'd, hope not, I prayeth

If so, ain't no thang to a G

I feel just like Snoop on Dre day

I run North Side of the beach

Run these streets like Ali Bomaye

I'm Lou' Bourgeois on the beat

Best bet, try not to compete

When the sun go down

When the jay go 'round

In the middle of the night

Bet your girl goes down

Rain come down

Rain come down

Rain come down

Rain come down

Rain come down

Rain come down

Rain come down (and the rain)

Rain come down

Get your main laid down

Paid a pretty penny for my peace of mind

Never need a girl to love me, I just need the fire

On prison time, don't be trippin' on a text back

In another world, Cover Girl, but her chest flat

Two page spread in the CLR

Or, I think it was for Wayne

Can't remember springing for it, bring it on the plane

Long flights playin' with my brain

Long nights, long summers we in Spain

Call Ca-lal-lane

She getting naked undercover's for the fame

She don't wanna be another what's-her-name

Brown skin, blonde brain, Etta James

Make it rain, in the club

Don't you dream on how it feel to be in love?

What, you drunk? You need a bus?

Don't drown in the brown, just drown in the sound

When the sun go down

When the jay go 'round

In the middle of the night

Bet your girl goes down

Rain come down

Rain come down

Rain come down

Rain come down

Rain come down

Rain come down

Rain come down (and the rain)

Rain come down

Get your man laid down

No, no, no, no, no, no, no

No, no, no, no, no, no, no (rain come down)

No, no, no, no, no, no, no

No, no, no, no, no, no, no (rain come down)