Rice4eveR - Now you know Lyrics

I don't even put beat in my cars no mo'
Been knockin' 20-something years so my hearing is toast
Used to roll around town with the subs on bloaw
Now a motherf*cker old and I talk hella loud
No homo, blowin' on a stick, weed hella loud
My dick get hungry, bet I'ma snatch a bitch out the crowd
East Oakland shit, Henny with a apple juice chase
I hit the hero button, burnt a quarter to the face
Parked bully in this motherf*cker, that's my birthplace
Brick boyz, Single Side, I first got my shoes laced
You wonder why they knock me
Fiend'n like a knock be
Hatchback slap
Gon' stick this in your Christmas stocking
My teg ah buck 40 when I stomp it
Cops can't catch me with that lil' crotch rocket
Four black ass niggas in a dump rice rocket
Bitch bob your head to your eye pop socket

If you don't know, now you know
I'ma get high, tell a bitch get low
Ain't no real niggas left like blacks in Frisco
Cause the real niggas left like blacks in Frisco
And this is for my dudes that's pushin' them packs tho
Tryna stack doe. Po's at your back poach
Yeah, trap full of dope, they kick in your back do'
Yeah, trap full of dope, they kick in your back do'
Yee-Yeeah

While you was at the junior prom
Playin' spin the bottle, I was playin' lick a hipster
Tryna come up like the lotto cousin
They done moved in and pushed out the brown faces
The way I mean mug em, you would swear a nigga racist
Not even, we tryna make the score even
Though we make hood music for nigritos on skid row
This that black-gook-china-spic-bodian knock
At the bus stop, barkin' on some bitches to bop
If your square, then you should bounce out
Like a pogo stick
Grown man now, Ronnie Cash on my polo shit
USPS flat rate shippin' thangs out
Tryna stack out, flip a stang and blow the brains out
A fox body highway, old school stangs
No mustard and mayonnaise. Supra boosted 2J's
F*ck livin' 2000... this that 2020 plus
Either get down with the get down
Or get yo ass off the bus

If you don't know, now you know
I'ma get high, tell a bitch get low
Ain't no real niggas left like blacks in Frisco
Cause the real niggas left like blacks in Frisco
And this is for my dudes that's pushin' them packs tho
Tryna stack doe. Po's at your back poach
Yeah, trap full of dope, they kick in your back do'
Yeah, trap full of dope, they kick in your back do'
Yee-Yeeah

This is for my guys into Japanese cars
Keep em' low, and stack up cause time's gettin' hard
In a hood hut, curin' dope in mayonnaise jars
Techies move in, bitch, we still swing our cars
Karens move in, tell us turn the beat down
Bitch, turn the f*ck around
Before you catch a beat down bitch
I'm just mad, I didn't stack up and buy housing
Rentin' the shit out to people with the highest salaries
F*cked up, but now my shit's back on track
Fix my credit, I'm finna buy the whole hood back
I'd run for mayor, but I'd probably get caught
Doin' stupid shit in office
My secretary suckin' on my sausage
Under the desk, Monica Lewinsky, yes
I show up to work loaded, nigga, always a mess
And blow the city budget, lunch, lobster, and steak
East Oakland, California, cake boys gettin' cake

If you don't know, now you know
I'ma get high, tell a bitch get low
Ain't no real niggas left like blacks in Frisco
Cause the real niggas left like blacks in Frisco
And this is for my dudes that's pushin' them packs tho
Tryna stack doe. Po's at your back poach
Yeah, trap full of dope, they kick in your back do'
Yeah, trap full of dope, they kick in your back do'
Yee-Yeeah