Crocodile Tears (High Tide)

32 bars on how to rob and kill your neighbors
Still got the nerve to ask God to save you
The exhale got a whole different flavor
Official policy: don't do me no favors
Oakland Raiders, empire in decline
But still got plenty paper
Penny wise, pound foolish
Bring the mountain to Mohammed
Move pounds stupid a capellas
The beast chopped it and looped it
Threw some minor keys, bars, and hooks
Only option, cop the plea
It's off the books this year
Sync the rapping up, the
(w) rapping's off, I can hear
You rapping soft, no heart
Defibrillate these niggas (Clear)
Problem with the army is
They wanna be the boss
Problem with secret police is
It's like a dirty gun you can't toss
President Banana
Lips burnt on roaches of bammer
Bad idea, like borrowing money in the slammer
Less than candid on camera
When you hit the big screen don't
Let whitey Space Jam ya
Sea of Green under rays gamma
Stunner shades, Ray Banner
You will like me when I'm angry
I got plenty of home trainin' and manners
Bring me champagne when I'm thirsty
Bring me reefer when I want to get high
Lord have mercy, hope that ya heard me
Y'all can't hurt me
I've been feeling like this a long time
Bring me champagne when I'm thirsty
Bring me reefer when I want to get high
Lord have mercy, hope that ya heard me
Y'all can't hurt me
I've been feeling like this a long time

See folk you used to son
Lookin' at you like you broke
And cats you used to look
Up to is smoking coke
That's that rope-a dope
Negroes tryna float they boat
In high school ya man's shot was wet
In Junior College, though
They trap and press
Crowd you off that jumper
Couldn't even hit the net
And they happy to see you back around the way
Eager to front yay, rock
Take a dutch up the block
Slippin' back in that role like old slippers
Game on tilt, working them flippers
Start slowing down, the past will get witcha
Five on five, nobody picked ya
Ain't no 'next', you out the picture
Brown baggin' liquor you and her bicker
Life crawling by the bottom of the
Screen like a news ticker
At least you tried, right nigga?
Put that syrup in the mixture
Feeling like the vic
Every sip helps the shoe fit ya
Everything that glitters, old gold, ice cold
Thrice-fold
Catch the Holy Ghost and the Spirit
Waiting for Christ to call
But it's all business
Even God waiting for the price to fall
That's how they do, y'all
That's life, might as well heist the ball

Bring me champagne when I'm thirsty
Bring me reefer when I want to get high
Lord have mercy, hope that ya heard me
Y'all can't hurt me
I've been feeling like this a long time
Bring me champagne when I'm thirsty
Bring me reefer when I want to get high
Lord have mercy, hope that ya heard me
Y'all can't hurt me
I've been feeling like this a long time