Goldyn Chyld - Ras Kass

Yeah yeah

We gonna send this one out

To all the niggas

That want beef.

They got baby teeth

That’s why you can’t eat, you little faggot

That Primo shit, Rassy Kassy, Goldyn Chyld

Ya know

Its the R-ah-A-S, K-A-double S

Ejecting airbag, wreck a nigga’s bubble S-Class

What’s comin' next?

Let’s mash

Get so high walkin' I catch jetlag

If it ain’t Hennessy and OJ, homie miss me

Keep my hairline down to the Nike sign crispy

Spit be, strictly mini-me Bin Laden’s

Mixed with 16 men with life in the pen ridin'

Gangsta — fuck how many records you sell

Get put on the missing milk carton in XXL

And it’s NOTHIN, let’s double the dare

Dick so deep down ya bitch mouth, I’ll cum in her hair

Guns and ones in the air, niggas with stripes

Shootin kites, posted on low-rider bikes

Gat named Russell Simmons, God bless and good night

You done fucked up like Crip walkin' by Suge Knight

That’s what happens when you reach for what you can’t feel

I be the… wild Goldyn Chyld

Come on, come on, yo

Ask the crew if I’m nice, they all say true

That’s what happens when you reach for what you can’t feel

I be the… wild Goldyn Chyld

The baddest flow… niggas know…

Guess I’m a rap nigga, 'cause homeboy, its a wrap

Commit a driveby with the Music Express van and toss the gat

Hop on a red eye to NYC though

D&D, linked with Primo

And I’m hungry, so I’mma take what you got

Throw up a dub, spit at the camera like 2Pac

My rap style is chic/Sheek like two L.O.X

Word on a few blocks;

my technique’s too hot

I repeat, DO NOT get it twisted

Get ya head a brick or «Park» in 106, bitch

They catch me exprayin a halo, with an immitation J-Lo, ya know

Haters lay low

Who the only West Coast nigga to air out Kay Slay mixtapes tho?

(Rassy) Mo' dirty, SC 430

Steering with my knee, eating a plate of beef curry, beyotch!

That’s what happens when you reach for what you can’t feel

I be the… wild Goldyn Chyld

Come on, come on, yo

Ask the crew if I’m nice, they all say true

That’s what happens when you reach for what you can’t feel

I be the… wild Goldyn Chyld

The baddest flow… niggas know…

I pop my collar, pop pistols, and pop ecstasy

Boricuas call me papi, when they pop their «p»

Used to pop-lock at Locke in Watts

Pop locks and burglarize spots

Pop wheelies on the red and chrome Huffy, graduated to Suzuki’s

Hot soda pop or pop bottles at Sky Sushi

Ask me what’s poppin?

Most likely your collarbone

Ever had the feeling when ya by yourself, you’re not alone?

With Big Brother, and Big Brother see you

I’m hard-headed, my dick look like R2D2

Mini-me too, speed through in the V-1−2

C-Arson style, know how we do

All money is legal, dead pres and green eagles

You funny style like Bernie Mac, rapping like Beanie Siegel

Goldyn Chyld of the West, don’t know how to act though

Kicked off the Up in Smoke tour for scrappin' with Staff Pro

That’s what happens when you reach for what you can’t feel

I be the… wild Goldyn Chyld

Come on, come on, yo

Ask the crew if I’m nice, they all say true

That’s what happens when you reach for what you can’t feel

I be the… wild Goldyn Chyld

The baddest flow… niggas know…

That’s what happens when you reach for what you can’t feel

I be the… wild Goldyn Chyld…