Enigma (feat. Stoned Level) - Shweez

Once upon a time, not too long ago A man by the name of HOL! embarked on a long journey across America Guided only by the gallop of his trusty stallion And the starlit desert Damn, HOL! Country Country Damn, HOL! Country Country

I'm from San Diego where the weed pops Where every other house is the weed spot (Yea) Got this shit on lock cuz every city tryin' be us Cuz we got that hybrid, ain't talkin' bout Prius Crusin' down Ocean View, with no ocean view (Nah) Just a whole lotta eses, and a whole lot of blue Comin' through here, you better get your mind right Or have your body on the curb like a LimeBike (Ha!) Mothafuckas die tryin' to stunt (Yea) Get their named mentioned by Kimberly Hunt (Urgh) I got no time for pussies tryin' to front I'd rather be in Cheetahs, smokin' a blunt But talk that shit, you will get decked Even if you're on stage, R.I.P. to X (R.I.P) See were chill, but we say what we mean Send them boys to touch ya like an iPhone screen (Ugh) We hustle hard, til the lights come on Then hustle harder when the lights come on We make this money when the lights come on City lights come on, city lights come on If you woke up broke, you got no reason to sleep I walk the boulevard of broken dreams and for the green I'm going hard like Brady going for his 6th ring Am I a bad man for wanting all the fine things? The fancy cars and diamond rings, bitch I want it all Everything that glitters and everything that gleams And everything ain't sweet, so baby we gon spark Swishers To get a better picture, order another round Champagne and a couple pitchers, I gotta have it For fuckin' all these niggas bitches, without permission Oh well, savage life mode, who am I to salvage hoes? Ain't your average Joe, on the yacht like Spence and Joe Got your girl wetter than the show at the Bellagio And that's word to my foreign bitches at Ventaggio Ain't worried bout spittin' bars, rappin' off the dome Only bars I want to handle are covered in gold We hustle hard, til the lights come on Then hustle harder when the lights come on We make this money when the lights come on City lights come on, city lights come on I'm up to no good cuz I'm sippin' on some Hennessy Thinkin' bout some money as I cruise down Genesee Hit the left (err), then I head down Balboa If I see a lick nigga, Ima boa If you're in Clairemont nigga, I better know ya Cuz I'm not gon tell ya nigga, Ima show ya When comes to Clairemont, I know all the back streets That's how I run this shit, like an athelete Cuz I'm light on my toes, I'm tight with my flows If I get stuck, I know where to go, since 3 years old Been my zip code, so if you ain't know, you better go (That way) But, be careful with the turns you do make Or you might be on channel 10 with a news break (Breaking news)