Artist: Dave East f/ Styles P Album: Hate Me Now (Mixtape) Song: Arizona Typed by: AZ Lyrics Reggie came from Arizona All the whips imported from Germany Think you're smart, then come play the corner Guarantee your bitches done heard of me They told me jail the closest thing to hell I spoke to the devil right there in my cell Called my mother, told bully go get my bail Smart kid, bad decisions, should've went to Yale A hundred baggies and a digi scale My pops telling me stories about rich and fritz The son of Sam, this gun jammed, get pistol whipped My cousin playing cards with the lifers Come to Harlem, I can show you a movie, don't get excited Reminiscing bout biggavel sipping grand cru I been talking that shit, even your man knew No more Backwoods, roll that Funta with bamboo Busting checks, blow me some sacks, I ran through FDR North exit on 96 Block indicted, they raided and found 90 bricks Two fifth, shopping at the mall back in '96 Puff and Biggie had the city thinking we could shine again Reggie came from Arizona All the whips imported from Germany Think you're smart, then come play the corner Guarantee your bitches done heard of me They told me jail the closest thing to hell I spoke to the devil right there in my cell Called my mother, told bully go get my bail Smart kid, bad decisions, I should've went to Yale Nigga I should've went to Yale I should've went to Yale Nigga I should've went to Yale Hey Dave, next trip to Arizona [?] on me [Styles P] Reggie came from Arizona I'm a Yonkers nigga but I was born out in Corona Always getting money, got weed in California Repping for the spots and niggas out on the corners Got that Beamer coming from Germany Couple niggas praying to murder me I creep in the crib like it's a burglary I ain't a doctor but you know I'm coming for surgery I once seen Satan up in the bullpen Guess I'm like weed to the streets, I stay pulled in I'm just waiting for y'all to exhale Got bricks in the backroom, when's the next sale I made a few mil off of Nextel Could've went to Yale but I didn't get a fresh scale The old one got residue Ghost and East, sucker shit we would never do Reggie came from Arizona All the whips imported from Germany Think you're smart, then come play the corner Guarantee your bitches done heard of me They told me jail the closest thing to hell I spoke to the devil right there in my cell Called my mother, told bully go get my bail Smart kid, bad decisions, I should've went to Yale Nigga I should've went to Yale I should've went to Yale Nigga I should've went to Yale