Baja

Bitch, I'm feelin' like the Baja man the way I let them dogs out

Weapon up on my body, steppin' to Bones will be the wrong route

What in the fuck are you talkin' 'bout?

Your whole shit is going south

Bitch, I am the WeatherMan, I clap and now it's pourin' out

Rain rain, go away

Layin' back up in my grave

Blunt smoke runnin' all through my veins

Sun is up, I hide away

Shoe like I'm Hardaway

If you ever step in range

If you never seen me snap, I promise you never witness rage

Bitch, I be rollin' in the rain, backseat, bleedin' out

Shit'd be different if I change, but that ain't an option now

Blinkin', I was darkened out, storm clouds, rollin' out

Morticians, they see me and they swiftly run a red carpet out

Back up in my zone (zone)

I am what is wrong (wrong)

Ride up to the cemetery, daddy's home (What?)

Smoke another one (down)

Pour another cup (up)

I don't need much to continue my roll