i´m cruisin, i´m losin money on gas
i pass a car with a star in it, i stare
for a minute, but that´s the limit
otherwise gas won´t be the only thing
i´m losin´ money too...ooh wee! it´s
tuesday, two days after the weekend
imagine if the weekend was a day for
weak minded men - anyway
i re-take my train of thought, i bought
a fat sack and i´m happy cause i got nappy
soldiers in my crew, ya through, if
you don´t learn so i learnt, that i´m burnt
i ran into my homie, yeah wassup?
at least i thought he was, but then i caught
the buzz that he was talkin behind my back
from his girl, ain´t that earl? for
those who can´t feel me, earl means wack
in fact, i had that problem a few times
but i´ll just splurge it in a new rhyme, then forget it
maybe i´ll split it in half, or laugh like this...
ha ha ha... can u feel me?

i faked the funk, and conversated without a doubt
he was a chump, but with clout, i ended my route
at the liquor store and i tried to
buy a guiness stout, but i remembered it was nasty
but fools drink it cause it´s a hip-hop classy
you can miss me with that trendy drink
cause they, all make your breath stink, plus
death is linked to all alcohol that arabians won´t let you buy
they keep tellin me my identification is a lie
why would i, put my face on plastic and in the space
where it says birthdate put "see owner"
fool, i´m a teenage organ donor
so i pick up my i.d. i ain´t trippin - why?
cause i´m high, already, on life
once again - i´m riding
i´m about to hit the eastside of oakland
i got my seat belt on so when the heat´s felt
from 5.0, i´ll turn up the song and start
singing, "i wish police was a lease
that was up" can u feel me?

well it´s gettin dark, but it´s daylight savings time
clocks go back, but i stay focused and
ahead cause i wanna be fat, can u feel me?
if you rap i like to fully flex, i like to box
i like breakin bullies necks
i like collecting checks and collecting respect
but i´m not there yet and until then i´ll just sell dank - sacks
20´s, 10´s, i´m drivin the weights to be
prepared in case i meet my fate and i´m always
thinking, "where will i go when i die?
will i be underground like i am now
or in the sky?" my man plan b is smilin
cause he can feel me, wassup jess