[Verse 1: Tre Nyce]
I'm just too hot to touch, you know the law
Smoke about million pounds of Dutch, I say what?
Shorty keep backing it up and on the low
I might take her to the back to fuck, get a nut
Nyce, you can't tell me I ain't came up
Fastball pitcher I deliver with no change-up
Fucking right I'm famous, balling like the Lakers
Only time I move is to go collect my paper

[Verse 2: Madchild]
See me on the wanted poster, Mad and La Coka Nostra
Hop out of my Porsche, pull my trunk and extort ya
Yup, we west coast and dog we stay posted
Walk with two toasters, Louis Vuitton holsters
I'm a bad fucking bastard, yup I'm Fantastic
Four but I'm the Silver Surfer flying through your door
Heard you crying for the war I'm a try to serve you more
Madchild's a dope man, leave you lying on the floor
Damn chicken-heads, get their feathers all ruffled up
Put the potato on the pound, sound muffled up
We can get it on like Samoans and Tongans
Or we can go to war like the Angels and Mongols

[Hook: Tre Nyce]×2
Black mask over my face, I get em
Four-five stuck on my waist, I hit em
Beat a hater up till he dumb dumb diddum
Swollen and La Coka, don't fuck with em
[Verse 3: Slaine]
So ladies and ah, forget it, we're not gentlemen
I roll up in a stolen car, come hop in with them
Hand me a pill bottle, I dump it and pop ten of them
Give me some booze, I sip juice like Rakim and them
I got a fuse that's too short and a noose that's too long
Feeling I could do no wrong
This invincibility they're convinced is killing me
Has essentially gotten me through any pinch you'll ever see
When my henchmen are with me, tension's on the scene
Dreams are being changed, a wrench in the machine
One mention of the team leave the masses buzzing
The rebel, you thought you on my level, you wasn't

[Verse 4: Prevail]
Hotter than Ecuador, sun brought a metaphor
P-1 I'm ready for war I'm on the front line
Runs in my bloodline, thirsty like Lost Boys
Big money bounce my accounts keep em offshore
Caribbean breeze, there's ten million reasons
Y'all super eight like rich, we four seasons
Fine living, sterling silver, bright (?), the lady killer

[Hook: Tre Nyce]×2
Black mask over my face, I get em
Four-five stuck on my waist, I hit em
Beat a hater up till he dumb dumb diddum
Swollen and La Coka, don't fuck with em
[Verse 4: Everlast]
I started war and bids when y'all was just kids
Came to your town and jumped the fuck around
Stomped out a few of you and fucked your lady
You still married her and you gave her a baby
We were young, we were crazy, we were wild and free
Ain't a groupie bitch alive get a child from me
And now you come to the shows and you reminisce
And while she waits for an autograph, you give her a kiss
She slips me a hug and a look that's knowing
If I say get on the bus, baby girl, it's on
Lyrics keep flowing and flowing and just flowing
Hoes keep hoeing and hoeing and just hoeing
Trees get rolling, smoking keep blowing
Coka and Swollen legend keep growing
Fast lane living, no time for slowing
Gotta know where you been and watch where you going

[Hook: Tre Nyce]×2
Black mask over my face, I get em
Four-five stuck on my waist, I hit em
Beat a hater up till he dumb dumb diddum
Swollen and La Coka, don't fuck with em