Extra G

Might pop trunk, might pop another seal

Swang and I swerve, make the pen pay the bills

Million dollar hands, million dollar skills

Hundred thousand fingers RIP to the real

That Robert Earl Davis always make me shed a tear

The only thing changed is the color and the year

That gold over chrome, hundred wire wheels

Joint in my hand while I'm grippin' on the steel

I let the dice hang, while I swang around the hills

A playa breakin' necks, everything standin' still

This soul a rare sight, everybody know the deal

You better catch a glimpse of the playa while he here