[Hook: x2]
Cadillac gold grills in my mother [bad word]  mouth
Cocaine, gold chain rests on my vertebrae
All them niggas that be hatin' better watch what they say
I heat 'em up, beat 'em up I'm Cassius Clay

[Verse 1:]
Mountain Climbing's about the rhyming, I (work) to the tippy-top
Me, my notepad, Mary Jane, sticky pot
Ticks from the clock, so it means I don't get to stop
I be in the studio pacing, waiting for this [bad word] to drop
Niggas wish whether we flop Divac
Flock to take me a boombox, every [bad word] 2 knocks
I see [bad word] ya chops, chop it up and get chopped
Bag 'em up, he off the docks, and [bad word] I'm at the beach [bad word] I'm at the beach, (oh) [bad word] I'm at the beach
With a childish flow, that means this [bad word] is at your reach
I'm here to keep it g, from the eyes (I's) how I see
You're here to be a b-I-t on my d
I need no ID for you to recognize
I exercise my thought, got you petrified, [bad word] I'm next to die
(Die) Consider me invisible, and also one mentally [bad word] individual

(bunch of coughing and trading blunts, passing the weed around)

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2:]
Why the [bad word] got these niggas gotta hate for?
I got a lot of [bad word] they can't pay for
Cooler than the beach, [bad word] the lakeshore
You niggas take six, well I'm a take more
I'm like a virgin [bad word]  I go hard, and I get up in your [bad word] and boguard [both gone?]
Niggas riding waves without the chauffeur
I'm a drown your [bad word] and take your surfboard  [bad word] )
My [bad word] stink, no cushion Whoopie
Goldberg I beat the track Goldberg
Dusting off my shoulders and keep it moving forward [bad word] sat and playing Madden on the couch, bored
Slower, you mother [bad word] goin' nowhere
Except for taking Grandma to the store
Turn the television on and check the score
And trail like a tail on a [bad word] horse