Mayor (Pac Div)

Just another day out in sunny LA There's dealers in the streets and the coppers don't play Got my 501 jeans, my crew neck sweater Saggin' in my pants cause I don't know better In any weather we stay the flyest Killas on my side case u suckas wanna try us Numbers in my phone, I'm so player Feelin' so good I think I might run for mayor I might run for mayor Nigga ask your momma I'm a muthafuckin' player If I see your girlfriend starin', I'm a take her That's word to my cousin up in Oakland with the scraper 501 jeans yeah that's my flavor Crew neck sweaters in the club, fuck a blazer Button up under case the bouncer is a hater Straight to the bar for a couple shots of jaeger If I see a nice thin light skin I'm a game her Tell her I'm big Mibbs and I'm runnin' for mayor She digs my speeds and guess where I'm a take her Back to the crib where I can blaze her Modern Joe Frazier second round knock out When I pull the cock out, baby see you later I think around 8 or 9 I'm a wake her up Kick her out, then go pick up my paper I might run for mayor Cruise through the city in a booger green pacer Got ya girl with me, I'm so player Pullin' hoes since Bo Jackson was a Raider Everything's tailored, from the Chuck Taylor's Check the steering wheel in my car, that's gator Sip liquor straight, I don't need chasers Drink a pint of hen, I'm cursin' like a sailor I'm so major, sit back and watch me Bought my 501's and my sweater from the swap meet Music up loud, coppers wanna stop me Mad cause I'm young black makin' that broccoli Hangin' with the possie, niggas wanna copy But I'm too fly so the squares can't jock me Watch how they jock me, I'm so player Feelin' so good I think I might run for mayor Yeah I might run for mayor I'm scandalous with the papers LA county, the planet of the gangsters Get ya cameras and tapers Ya boy hustle hard like Rambis for the Lakers Riding by zoom but we boom with the base muffle Fly as a space shuttle, cool as a rain puddle Who wanna make trouble Pimp hand heavy no half stepping Like old school Daddy Kane for ya It's a shame on you, what you lames gone do You's a bitch, we make it rain on you Yea the dames come through We decked out with hoes, draw circles around tens Then ex out the O's, boy check out my pose Stand smith classic fresh out the grove Look who crept out the stove Keep a bad one like she fresh out the Vouge Then we go shopping like we fresh out the clothes Gimme that, shopping bags, popping tags, I'm a smash From the side of the tracks, where the homies talk trash You can only sight see if you got a pass, the mayor I might run for mayor Feelin' so good I think I might run for mayor