Cross the Border Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Volume three, not guilty
Drastic Measurez
Yo
Uh-huh
Dinero

[Verse 1]
Came out flooded, earlobes studded
Hood n*gga all up in the jump, all stunted
Hopped out the X5 marks in style
Showin' off, Hollywood, red carpet style
Stick up kids, don't think my guards is down
I wasn't a target then, I'm not a target now
Here's a message for you and your partners, clown
Get hype, I got guns that'll calm you down
Try and sneak attack, end up on the floor where my sneakers at
Catch us VIP where the licks and the reefers at
Ballers, ballettes, n*ggas and señoritas at
Thrown' shots of Bacardi, Henny, and tequila back
Even to the club, I gotta carry the chrome
Get drunk 'til somebody gotta carry me home (Come on)
Wake up with a bad mami after we bone
And of course I wear condoms, I'm accident prone
Escape with my n*ggas to exchange in the Ford
I bet these broads never seen a whip with so many doors
Look like a high chair sittin' on them five times fours
The inside look like a living room, mahogany floors
Shorties all over like a sweat in the meccas
Even cop holes, I call them the head detectors
They treat us like popstars, brains in the SWAT car
Chokin' on the di*k like uh, uh
Plus I'm billingual, quiero chocha, ma
Not one chick told the kid no, uh-uh
I'm the best thing to happen since soap operas
That's why they pullin' on my clothes like, "Don't go, papa"