The 50z - Blu

The light-skin with the nice trim

400 spokes riding the stroll by the white folks

The rare bones get the bare Jones

If it’s the caddy, it’s gotta be Western, when he head home

Young Burgundy with the purple leaf

Purposely serve the streets

Murk the beat, when the verse complete

Turkish leaves, when I work for cheap

Burn my AC up, foreign chick, forgot who Jay Z was

Ladies love him like he cool James

Big body, when I role through the hood, I use 2 lanes

Showed her a few things, before we do things

Cause there’s is rules to the game, where Blu hangs

Yup, shoe strings for the 50z

The 50z, The 50z, The 50z, The 50z, The 50z, The 50z

Crush!

Uh the high yella, with the acapella

She say it ain’t about the cheese

It’s the way we chop the mozzarella

Old school with the gold juice, the gold tooth

I never had, the rope and the bowl shoes

No love for the home of thugs

Cause it ain’t a what she do

It’s the shit you tell her don’t do

Be L, get the females

The models kiss the nozzle of my 4−0 bottle

They call me lucky like a silver dollar

Silver collar poppin, 'til I’m pealing piles with my partners

The veals hopping

Young Slausen, with the chill flossing

Where the soldiers be bossin'

Cause we don’t listen to the drill sergeants

Marching through the 50z

Yup, the Philly cap with the Philly rap

Blow the biddy, through the diddy, through the city 'til they give me that

Young royal, got the ones for you

At the titty bar, trying to make stars out these silly broads

Lexus' for exes, the Escalades for escapades

L.A. is the set we aim

I got the pass from the Mexicans

Just so I could flag through the Aves, for them green bag blessings

You could see the whole city from the hilltops

Take 'em down to the coast to get your wheels washed

And we still bang parliament

Hit the store by the park, when I’m parched for them parliaments

Park the Benz off Arlington

Spark the flint, right before I told her what part we in

Pardon me, we in the