Sir Michael Rocks, GLC - You Know The Rules lyrics

I just landed in the land from
Atlanta on a late flight
Panoramic views out the window to the pool
He was playing that po' pimping out
The windows of the Lincoln
Navigator, glad he had endo in his glove box
'Iers on his temples, fast with the tempo
And he smash on the gas
Getting cash with his kinfolk
He never get skipped when they
Pass around the endo
Nope, I make the 'Lac get
Low and do the limbo
On the Lake Shore Drive
Rich South High in them hallways
We wished we was ball playing
Niggas who was All-State
Wind pipe exhaust game
Sick on that Audi thang
Nautica Nice Guys tame bitches that
You thought was crazy
Now we out in Matteson twisting spliffs
And now we coughing crazy i can't be lazy
Especially when it's payment season
Season vets telling me to get my circle tight
Squeezing all them other niggas outside
They ain't got a reason to be in there

You know the rules in this game we play
Most we can do is keep everything straight
This is a game that you can't reply
So roll the dice let em lay em where they may

Aggravating, hallucinating
Tryna let go of my frustrations
Sit down with some wealthy niggas
You gon' help me get some paper?
If not I keep it moving
Don't give in to frequent rumors