1942

(Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherfuckin' beat?)
 Grrah, ayy
 (Ah, nah, you ain't make that motherfucker)
 Coolin', vibin', I been smokin', I been drinkin' too
 Rapper weed by the ounce, we sippin' 1942
 It's a hundred shots in that chop, boy, don't make a move
 Or this bi-bitch leave you slumped
 Leave you drunk, bullets mixed with booze
 Coolin', vibin', I been smokin', I been drinkin' too
 Rapper weed by the ounce, we sippin' 1942
 It's a hundred shots in that chop, boy, don't make a move
 Or this bi-bitch leave you slumped
 Leave you drunk, bullets mixed with booze
 Woah there, buddy, where you goin' with that sack?
 I'ma bring that bitch back, I'ma bring that bitch back
 If the plug tryna tax, I'ma bring that bitch back
 I'ma run in that bitch, I'ma push his shit back
 When it come to robbin', I'm a genius
 Now I'm on that space shit
 People pay they money just to come and see me
 All these pussy niggas wanna be me
 Ride 'round with like four sticks
 Police hit the lights, they disappear, no genie
 Coolin', vibin', I been smokin', I been drinkin' too
 Rapper weed by the ounce, we sippin' 1942
 It's a hundred shots in that chop, boy, don't make a move
 Or this bi-bitch leave you slumped
 Leave you drunk, bullets mixed with booze
 Coolin', vibin', I been smokin', I been drinkin' too
 Rapper weed by the ounce, we sippin' 1942
 It's a hundred shots in that chop, boy, don't make a move
 Or this bi-bitch leave you slumped
 Leave you drunk, bullets mixed with booze