(Verse 1)
I'm sure that the streets are watching me
Rather not run when the cops are stopping me
Pulled over on the road they watching me
As they walk passed all the chicks is jocking me
Farrari truck on the side of the road
Raspberry paint gloss sittin on 24's
Give me a warning ticket
Letting me go
'Cause you can tell by the juice I ain't a average Joe
'Cause I meet fresh dimes daily
You burn me
Really
'Cause I done seen your type of ball
You want to hate out on the chef 'cause he's making that dough
Don't tempt me 'cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head

(Chorus)
'Cause you don't really want to see me
Show out
In the club on frees spending gees
Show out

Yokahoma 24's on d's
Show out
Yo playa don't make me
Show out
'Cause you don't really want to see me
Show out
Akon got a crew so deep
Show out
From the West lndies to overseas
Show out
Yo mommy don't make me
Show out

(Verse 2)
It's all good but I'm still in the hood like right around the corner
'Cause it's all in my brain
A nice crib on the hill of Hollywood with a ghetto mind state
Ain't a damn thing change
It's funny how people switch
When they get rich spending all those chips
Hundred thousand dollar car
For what
These bitches
Ten million dollar crib
For what
These bitches
Five thousand dollar suites
For what
These bitches
Should of known that they only out for your riches
'Cause some freaks need to be dealt with
Spread um and smack um back once with the stick
I guarantee she'll do what you say
Yeah daddy, no daddy, okay
Don't tempt me 'cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head

(Chorus) repeat w/ adlib to end