This is a song about "La cabeza"

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

That’s my la-la lullaby.

Hightalking back to the screen drinkin' liquorhavin' big dreams of gettin' richer

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

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

Pardon my absence, i'm actually far out of town wit a pound

To liberate yourself, africa

Distribution, new york, to chicago, l.a.

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

Let's kick it on my la-z-boy and throw a fucking crazy show

How beautiful are thou, africa

Ah.. la la la la la la la! la and la la..

Oh what a cold world for a broke nigga--it's bitter

Slick rick, de la soul, and rakim spit sicker,