Pow Wow - Smoke DZA, Dom Kennedy

What the lick read them small timers be big league

Entertaining the bullshit too risky

Fifty dollar half a mint, mixed breed

Bitch please go plankin', six feet

Bout to teach everybody a lesson

Think they got all the answers til you switch up the questions

Fuck the guidelines new age baby boomer

Rules don’t abide by not I

Not even trynna me and my little mama

Somewhere on a beach on Porta smokin' sour

Livin' life

Funk the resort up nothin' but load

The holdin' their nose prolly think the skunk is around

You know the kid got the meanest raw, cleanest bar

Got Ralph Lauren pieces never seen before

Nigga closet way iller than yours

Rugby game like Richie McCaw

Live like like a Rolling Stone

Passport got no room for stamps

Everywhere we go they know my name you messin' with some real life made men

Uh, self made bosses

Want something done and they say when

That’s why you could never be able

To pow wow with us at the head of the table

From where I’m sittin' I can’t see ya’ll

I’m in this golf shirt bout to tee off

This rap shit is like gettin' weed off

And I ain’t buy these shades at no kiosk

If money is the goal I’m the inkeeper

And I ain’t start rappin' to make friends either

They let us in the game now they stuck with us

It’s hard to find somebody that don’t fuck with us

You know we got a little bucks with us

Fans feeling like they grew up with us

Shit, I’m on my first of the month business

She got stretched just to eat a little lunch with us

Yeah, I got the prime rib veggie plate

She hit me with the Dom you know I’m ready face

I got my napkin in my low shirt

Just let me finish my Merlot first