Meditate, levitate Greetings from the Golden State Mr. X, to the Z Concentrate, come walk with me Your shit sound so awkwardly I don't rhyme I just stomp down beats Real estate, section eight Which one would you rather take? Concentrate, move that weight Show me how you regulate Hold up, wait, that shit's fake Get these niggaz up out my face Shake the room, bend the spoon Turn this up now, stay in tune Hypnotized by the way she move Take your time you might arrive too soon, hahahaha
Bring that back, what was that? Oh my lord, she got back So precise, so intact Oh my God, who is that?
Look what I freak up, G's up, he's up He's rough, all in my court never freeze up They release us streets-less Increase the rush of Californians speakin up It won't be absent-minded Still chasin money that I practice findin Boy you know that Rick Rock beats is violent You never been dumb, it don't hurt to try it I'm the flyest gangsta, and I can do it Better concentrate on the Hyphy Movement X to the Z and the Quinn is live Get some money out a ho so I can +Pimp My Ride+ Better take two, elevate and we're concentratin on booty shakin and who you takin back for the bang (back for the bang) I have a drink and pop my thizzle (pop my thizzle) While you stop and drop and work your wiggle
Breath control, touch yo' soul Just maintain don't lose control Participate, congratulate Cause everything else'll be seen as hate Remain in place, the same mindstate Get off yo' ass and celebrate Congregate, associate Don't fuck yo'self procrastinate Dilate, to an all time great Calculate the next move I make Crack the safe, keep that ace in my waistband just in case I'm no rat can't run yo' race Not too good don't fit my taste I love the way she make that shake Makin it hard to concentrate
