Baja

B*tch, I'm feelin' like the Baja man the way I let them dogs out
Weapon up on my body, steppin' to Bones will be the wrong route
What in the f*ck are you talkin ' 'bout?
Your whole sh*t is going south
B*tch, I am the WeatherMan, I clap and now it's pourin' out
Rain rain, go away
Layin' back up in my grave
Blunt smoke runnin' all through my veins
Sun is up, I hide away
Shoot like I'm Hardaway
If you ever step in range
If you never seen me snap, I promise you never witness rage
B*tch, I be rollin' in the rain (backseat, bleedin' out)
Sh*t'd be different if I change, but that ain't an option now
Blinkin', I was darkened out, storm clouds, rollin' out
Morticians, they see me and they swiftly roll the red carpet out
Back up in my zone (Zone)
I am what is wrong (Wrong)
Ride up to the cemetery, Daddy's home (What?)
Smoke another one (Down)
Pour another cup (Up)
I don't need much to continue my roll