"McCarthy won't do business with us
Everyone knows he's using powerboats
To bring the stuff in, but no one knows how
He just doesn't want us racing with him, you know?
And if we do get in the race, it's a 25 thousand dollar ante
Winner take all
Let's get into it here, Izzy, Lewis McCarthy
Right, Lewis McCarthy
The dude is known as the Tintoretto of smugglers"
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(La Musica de Harry Fraud) uh
Counterfeit narcotics, fake bodies, 600 SEL, I'm on bribers
About performance, never been corny
You can't deter me from it if I want it
Might not see eye to eye with my homies
I pray we live long enough to smoke on it
Got boats right behind where my home is
Rent buck motherfucker, I own shit
King Tut 500 with the gold trim
Get low, submarines in the ocean
That's a nice riff, Hootie and the Blowfish
I only wanna be with you
Street value, 12 keys with these motherfucking beats though
Got a view of the coral reef
Brought sand to the beach, fucking all these other freaks
Too rich to sleep, motherfucker
So many cars, so many broads, so many walls
I'm living large, my backyard, a hundred yards
So many scars, but no awards and no applause
That ain't what I'm in it for, where's my money, dawg?
So many cars, so many broads, so many walls
I'm living large, my backyard, a hundred yards
So many scars, but no awards and no applause
That ain't what I'm in it for, where's my motherfucking money, dawg?
So I go insane (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Like I always do
And I call your name (rule number one, don't talk about me 'round your nigga)
She's a lot like you (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
That's it, that's it, that's it
That's what that boy needed, man