Artist: Mike G f/ Left Brain, Pheally Blunt Album: Verses (Mixtape) Song: Tellin You Typed by: @OHHLAdotcom [Pheally Blunt] I'm a seven squad Afro General, gorilla grizzly With a ET finger that fuck Monica Lawinsky Insane in the membrane, Sparking up the Rick James Fuck who you thought I was, bitches call me big main Deranged lunatic, suicidal sicko Filling my prescription up at LA Confidential Got a chronic case of needing medication for my mental state All the psychiatric dialog couldn't penetrate My dome, my head, my skull, my cranium Mainly cause my brain plate is laced with anti-anium Mediterranean herb and this cup of syrup Might make me sta, start, sta-stuttering my words Rippin off my shirt like I'm Hulk Hogan (YOU KNOW MEAN GENE BROTHER) Hot boxing in the Regal and I'm claustrophobic Plus graphic my blunts stretch like Mr. Fantastic High off that dragon breath now puff puff pass it [Chorus: Mike G] I'm tellin you on the coast that's how we roll Roam the streets like the cops on patrol and stay gold If they trip they pay a toll Odd Future Wolf Gang man we on a roll I'm tellin you on the coast that's how we roll Roam the streets like the cops on patrol and stay gold I'm telling you I'm to cold to control You're too average to advance and I'm to hot to hold [Mike G] I can pull women at traffic lights, a color blur on turnpikes If my shows were instruction you'd wanna learn twice I'm, not one for jokes try not to tolerate no foolishness 180 Airs on I'm above every influence A walking atomic bomb, shit that I be on it borders phenomenon; might just inspire song Most niggaz think most women are faithful but they're mostly wrong Cause if she sees my car she might think I'm James Bond We drink and smoke I teach my chick to blow them O's I can wrap up health in the street to the studio You know how the game goes, I just show you how to play it Me and girls from videos get triple X rated It's about the time, I'ma hold the game for ransom Materialize from my imagination like Green Lantern Never panic when problems arise, I shield my eyes Cause bright lights blind sometimes when I drive So feel the vibe [Chorus] [Left Brain] That's me! Yeah, this is what the West do We put it in the air and we don't smoke no boops Nigga this is Left Brain spittin in the booth Rollin up the sticky and I'm sippin 100 proof Chili cheese Fritos, chilling with my people Rollin up that O.G. like a corn inside a burrito Eating some chicken and waffles over there on Pico's Or I might be copping some tacos over at Tito's They say every picture tells a story Yo' bitch looked at mine so she can't ignore me I don't hit her up that much but she hit me up (uh) You know how West coast niggaz is we don't give a fuck So I'm tellin you I ain't goin no where (nah) I'm be up on the West 'til I got grey hair (an old man) Niggaz know it's Left Brain on the motherfuckin base, the drum, the snare [Chorus]