Verse 1: hack on the track muhfucka step back is the fact that you whack now get to the gone from the daylight to the early mourn i step on the mic, take yo ass home. all up in my zone like im lit driving home gotta get goals and you know you aint coming close life full speed so im hittin the coast so fresh to death, bitch im going ghost california soul not what you about this shit ludicrous and it aint word of mouf from the moments that i spill it all out say you at the top but the bass knock it down watch ya self, flow break ya off outta here tryna change, but whats the cost so i stay the same through a win or loss but i cant hit a wall if im out the box go. Chorus its california soul im a california soul she a california soul but california sold Verse 2: cannibal on these animals hand the remote, you out control get yo girl before i turn her to a hoe give her self esteem after & before relax (relax), slow up (slow up) if i stop im still 2 laps ahead, sho nuff talking arrogant but its apparent that y'all listen cooking up some wicked shit welcome to my kitchen turn the bass on high put my vocals in the oven come out with the heat like me n satans daughter fuckin repellant for yo chick, yea that bitch be bugging assailant on this track, but this to me g, be nothing never shook, but i shake the spot hold it down, but don't let it drop no story if you cant plan the plot so this is where i let the pen cock Chorus

Verse: Maniac on these back tracks Sleepin on me? Shit. I'll put you in a nap sack Devote my time & the rhymes fluently abstract Leave a dumb shit confused, eyes crossed & head scratch. Treat my mind like a castle, Have my brain spinning constantly round like some nipple tassels. Why you act so bashful? Go to church chick Hand you some shots like im setting up picks Drive slow, and enjoy the view If only the world knew of the shit that I could do Pull off the blankets, unveil the covers And tell me whats under (under, under) Doin circles round tricks like some fuckin runners Hang around kenivals cause all my homies stunnas Quick to pull a bic and light for another hit Yall talk to damn much, you runnin outta spit Too narrow minded, & I come arrow equipped Hittin these targets, I feel i'll never miss People talk shit regardless, tisk tisk Fillin up my spartan, Leonides licks Take your time like i abducted your watch Say we on the same level, lets turn it up a notch Have you wet like the outside glass of some ice and scotch Dream about cream schemes of intricate plots I cant take this back, all deals are final I know i'll leave a mark, scratches to a vinyl Scars to a rhino Commodores to a lionel Y'all actin bloody pussy, so here take this midol Ain't nobody got time for that I might develop bronchitis Sit on the throne with a L, I am your highness Want to understand the world, so here baby try this Now glide bitch Drive around the planet with overcast surrounding me If I roll slower than this, I'll fall asleep Flying off the cliff of what had to be And the map of everlasting satisfactory, I shall conduct my mastery To ensure that I combat on the comeback, no slack For the quacks who stack raps in packs Marlboro Reds on your bitch ass Smoke this away as I come pass Now make it last Chorus: Drive slow homie, drive slow You never homie, about these phonies homie Drive slow homie, drive slow Drive slow homie, drive slow You never know homie, about these phonies Drive slow homie, drive slow Post Chorus: Drive slow & enjoy the scenary Show you what it means to me Smoke slow & enjoy the greenery Show you everything what it seems to be Drive slow & enjoy the scenary Show you what it means to me Smoke slow & enjoy the greenery Show you everything what it seems to be...