Schemin the Count of Monte Cristo Smokin on some disco Look like some cocaine from all the crystals Bang like pistols in the hand of a killa Steppin up with heavy weapons I'm demanding the skrilla See you abandoned chinchillas we we keep it hot as a flame That's burning blue in the fire and won't go out in the rain My tag is all on they toes My bag is full of them dros Take a toke then fly away And run the game they try to play You wannabes on your knees Bow down cuz the king is here On em till the end of their fall it's like the spring is near I see through it never quit Look like MC Hammer when I'm slammin down the hits Toss em in the pits Countin up my splits Black tee fits 20k of gold on my tits Higher than The Ritz we reachin the heights All grown clean yeah it's like we bleaching the lights ay Twenty Sixes on the Benz I got the Forgiatos Charge a fee MOB don't ignore the motto My weed sticky like some glue Or gummy rice stuck to your shoe Who's tried say it's true I won't stall a play I'm in action I live inside the box We get to robbin if they wanna come and try the flocks See them birds in the sky cookin herbs in the pies 200 milligrams in that lemon cake We set that bitch to 350 then we let it bake I cut the fat and upped the muscle for some better weight I'm never late to the money when I set a date Came in lookin all crooked you can bet that we gon set it straight Goin ham for the cheese Never planned for this ease Trap slammed its a breeze We been rackin up Smokin blunts eyes bloody like Dracula Sparkin like a carpenter drillin and pull them hammers up