[Verse]
Everybody know what time it is, I'm going in like open doors
Hit another gear and then it's spilling out like open drawers
Doper than a fiend, cleaner than soap
And every time I flow, it's a new wave
I'm hopin' you can float
I'm a tsunami, a super soaker
I poke her wit' my circle like a Euchre deck
I take the jokers out
And nothin' lower than a nine
'Cause a nine make you 'preciate a dime
I'll be sipping ace of spades when I'm in my prime
The come up, I ain't' even bankin'
But I be hot as hell and rhymes Aretha like Franklin, what up
Hear a lot of anonymous hatin', shut up
Your dream girl waiting' to pick the young blood up
Tadow, I bet you mess wit' us now
Bet you in love wit' the flow, bet you be diggin' the style
I be goin' two miles an hour so everybody sees me
Really it's a hundred but I make it look easy
Said you want the Super Floss, I'ma skip the chorus
Dat ass retarded, 'bout to be a short bus
Bop's at the bar, tell that chick "missy me"
That's her fifth man of the night, call 'em Vicky V
P.T.P. I'm Prime Time Pack
Wit' a P.Y.T tippin' white wine back
Green room chillin' with the Green Skeem
Earned our stripes and now they calling us the dream team
Back to the basics
Visionary like Lasiks
Ill since age six
Rockin' L.A. gear (uh)
That's how I light up, pull the car right up
Make sure there's plenty of the drink in my cup
Tell me who the best is, tell me what rest is
Then tell me why you ain't talking 'bout no Speck kids
It's whatever though, I let it go
I'm all about the team
And we ain't famous enough until they got centerfolds (hah)
Yeah, I'm playin' but I'm saying I'm a P.R.O.B.L.E.M
Pick up a deck and deal wit' it
Am I always reppin' M.I.? Damn right
I'ma get the industry to shine a damn light
On the 5-1-7, in my city, I'm Chris Paul
All I do is set it up, and watch the whole team ball
Not quite there, but I got a habit
Of talkin' about the life I'm livin' right before it happens (uh)
Rappers, I'm lappin' 'em
Give 'em a pat on the back
And then kick 'em back to the back of the line
Where they're friends dappin' em
What happened to Pack?
He's actin' an ass
No, he's actin' like he's sick of hearin' promoters takin' a pass
Sick of other rapper's bullshitin' while I'm sittin' in class (uh)
I'ma pass 'em all
I ain't' on top of the game, but I got a habit
Of talkin' about the life I'm livin' right before it happens (uh)
Plan accordingly