Restless, haha
The East Coast (yall know where Im comin from)
I want it all, Warren G man
(T) Tikki Diamond, (Nigga D), dont forget, haaa
Check it out yall
Call me Tikki Diamond 2000, Im the future
Im the voice thatcha need to get used ta
I want it all, yall probably know by now
I want the world, yall probably know by now
Heres my life, look at the three in front it
Bentley, me and Warren G in front it
Bougy nigga, I call lunch "brunch"
Old school, I call punks "chumps"
Whats life without the best of it?
Whats a half a ki if you aint got the rest of it? Feel me
Its just the ways of the pros, the nays and the nos
If yall wanna see me, wear shades at my shows
You get Gs like a fool, Killa Bees like the Wu
I aint satisfied til I squeeze somethin new
I want it with no miles, brand new smell
Put my life on wax, youll be like "Damn it do sell"
Well aah, I want it all, Im destined to ball (ball)
With plaques on the wall (wall), got somethin for all yall
From ounces to quarters, and quarters to kis
So when you come to the town youre watched over by Gz
The head honcho, buckin fools like a bronco
C-E-O, shootin cilo, ten be-low
A true vet on the worldwide set
Yall dont know about them M-16s with bayonettes
I want it all, money, fast cars, diamond rings
Gold chains and champagne, shot every damn thing
I want it all, houses, expenses
My own business, a truck, hmm, and a couple of Benzs
I want it all, brand new socks and drawers
And Im ballin everytime I stop and talk to yall
I want it all, all, all, all
I want it all, all, all, all, all
Yeah
Yo, niggas eyeball my ho cos Im sunk in the seat
Gettin bent, but shit I deserve to eat
I hit the blunt for my bad broads
Hit a shot from the 4s for my dead dogs, pull off
like, fuck the world, I dont owe yall nuttin
If I do, take it in blood, the Memph dont front
I pump, for the goods, nice house in the woods
But Im from the projects, it dont look that good
I gotta pissy elevator (and) a dog staircase (and)
tre-8 and crack, wan fuck with that?
I got beef with the Ds for the way I rock my jeans
Stand on the corner with blunts and Coronas
Couple of birds, and Im tryin to hustle for birds
Throwin dice on the curb, twistin up this herb
I want money the fast way, the crack stash way
Gat blast way, the last laugh way motherfucker
Aiyo, listen up faggots, my bullets gon do more than nip you
Its gon place you in sometin black where they gotta zip you
Rain wash away the chalk, and according to who you are
While youre snorin in the morgue, youll get a drawing on the wall
You cant see me so dont look, I pop off cops like moon shook
Shells will fill you up like home cook
Forget about the book, aint no recipe when yall step to me
Its only one way up and thats if yall dont pay up
Yall pays forth, them days is up
Youre lucky if youll be able to
walk straight enough cos Im done with beefin
Like a bad stomach but I puts the runs in these niggas
Cos I was raised, if a nigga ass cheeks make him an athlete
Some niggas say Im spoiled, nigga hows that?
I aint got no mom and no dad, I aint know where the fuck my house is at
All I knew is where them ounces at and what Im countin back
or if a knot come up short, who I got a pow for
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