Latola

[Verse 1] I'm meetin up with the governor 3-2 and the Hillwood Hustla Comin straight out the head though From the brain representin my ghetto Its a trip how they die young In the hood in my Cadillac flyer, thru the 'Wood Wit my homie Iatola in the Clover Pink soda mind of a noter Lean on my shoulder slang coca 20 g'z on my team Villanova Blow marijuana in the sauna While my niggas move dope on the corner V-12 motor vida loca Now your bitch trying to give me her panocha Fat sweet roller in my trocka And my girl called the cops cuz I choked her Copa Cabana thankin Santa For the keyboard that came wit the sampler Turn up the Clarion wit the stelly on She wit me cuz I am the champion