This is a song about "La belle brosse"

I'm here taking over "c'est la vie" is the mantra

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

Je suis la garçon qui cracher flamme, french, i just cannot

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

And if i wasn't high, i'd probably try to blow my brains out

Not generic from ny, la, the chi, what hood am i gon talk about?

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

We keep hitting our words quicker like a star la dodgers home base hitter

I'd fuckin' severe your cerebrum singing la dee da doo

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

And oh, i gotta find my way

Scott la rock, mac dre, and jam master jay,