Sergio
I haven't rapped with you in a long time buddy
Big baby
Big slimmy
Big Jimmy
Bronco
Balaclava
Baklavala
Holla, holla
Yeah, yeah-yeah
You already know it's Sergio
Swin'-swin' (yeah, Sergio)
Yeah, uh
My phone blowin' up 'cause I been missin' for days
I'm just floatin' through these waves, my torso covered in suede (uh)
Six back-to-back Cadillac's lookin' like astronauts (uh)
Don't wind me up, I'll have Shaq pop out the jack-in-the-box (uh, pop up)
With three ratchets in his jean jacket, bitch (uh-huh)
Don't even try to tell me how off the meat rack I'm is (uh-huh)
You know the vibe, I'm slow motion like I'm sniffin' Actavis (yeah)
'Til I explode off the turnbuckle and cripple half your shit (ah)
You know Bam-Bam savage as fuck (uh)
Ride with two pumps like Michael Chang shoes (uh)
'Til I see angels (ah), I see the world from all angles (all of 'em)
And from a thin thread, my soul dangles
Just like a mango, alpha bravo (uh)
Lookin' like your boy just won the lotto
But then drowned every dollar in a bottle (every single one of them)
And put a bunch of junk in his arm and his nose (uh, uh)
And in-between his toes (toes)
'Cause feelin' good's the only thing he knows (ah, the pain)
Shit (yeah man, you know we feel that)
'Cause feelin' good's the only thing I know (bitch)
You know (I feel you, I feel you, I feel you), uh
Feelin' good's the only thing I know (I feel good, I feel good, feel good)
Feelin' good's the only thing I know (I feel good)
You know (I feel good, feel good), uh
Feelin' good's the only thinh I know
Give thanks for all these graces that's been placed upon me (give thanks)
Do I deserve it or not? Now that's a different topic (hell yeah you do)
I think I do though, all these times I seen the planet Pluto (uh-huh)
And when I get back I got no jet lag (none)
I'm wired different (true)
The slightest thought of me inspires vision (true)
And puts a smile on the face of a man that knows he's 'bout to die in prison (uh)
I'm high and twisted, some would say divine and mystic
'Cause I can eat a bag of mushrooms and still drive the stick shift
Like Hélio Castroneves, seein' psychedelic colors, I'm a deadhead
Man, why the rose on fire in my palm?
Like a saint for a made guy
Blood drops fallin' from my eyes right on the gray five
I made lives so now it's time for me to lay a vibe
Feel me?
Uh (I made lives so now it's time for me to lay a vibe
'Cause I feel good, I feel good (lay a vibe, lay a vibe, uh)