Gamble On Ya Boy

It’s good to be back
Y’all won’t believe this tonight, see
Everybody think Hollywood is what you read, hear about
And it’s a drag, it’s rough out there
Cause see you got a lot of phonies out there
Everybody wanna be a star
Ay, Madlib
You a fool for this, Madlib
Give me them dice
I don’t roll snake eyes
I don’t roll with fake dudes
I don’t roll with fake guys
Gamble on ya boy, it’s a sure shot bet
I’m the best of the vets
I’m the best of in West
Give me them dice
I don’t roll snake eyes
I don’t roll with fake dudes
I don’t roll with fake guys
Gamble on ya boy, it’s a sure shot bet
I’m the best of the vets
I’m the best of in West
Defari, nickname Money Morten
In the seal grey Porsche and a Gucci bucket sportin'
Venice Beach glasses looking like two hundred dollars
Ay, I’m ghetto swap meet, but a well-known scholar
King told me, «Cousin, just let the top drop
This summer when it’s hot, ay, we’re both gonna squat»
Holla, holla, holla, like that dude on Chappelle
And no time, no era has Defari ever fell
Off like a light switch in the down position
I be spitin', I be shitin', any beat I be pissing on
I just devastate that y’all piece of a hater
I can feed your horse mouth cuz I got a haymaker
I walk through the street like a tiger in the jungle
Keep all lose change, but prefer tight bundles
Of carrots that can fill up the Sepulveda Tunnel
OD from a keg, from a 40, or a funnel
Give me them dice
I don’t roll snake eyes
I don’t roll with fake dudes
I don’t roll with fake guys
Gamble on ya boy, it’s a sure shot bet
I’m the best of the vets
I’m the best of in West
Give me them dice
I don’t roll snake eyes
I don’t roll with fake dudes
I don’t roll with fake guys
Gamble on ya boy, it’s a sure shot bet
I’m the best of the vets
I’m the best of in West
Defari, nickname Nat Turner
On probation, had to get rid of the fat burner
But believe when I’m off, Imma get him then I got him
I can jump better chump with a life threating problem
Mr. Defari, nickname thorough bread
Tell a chick take her time, give me thorough head
I blaze any stage, any crowd I amaze
I’m a star, so in the sky don’t have to gaze
Love being free, fuck countin' the days
Soul brother to the grave, Frankie Beverly and Maze
I roll in the black like sharks roll in a packs
But I don’t roll with cats that try to hold us back
Many, many flights, many tours, many nights
Still never drank Coors, still never snort white
I check cheese, cheese don’t check me
I’m a muthafuckin' G for the Gs, ask
Give me them dice
I don’t roll snake eyes
I don’t roll with fake dudes
I don’t roll with fake guys
Gamble on ya boy, it’s a sure shot bet
I’m the best of the vets
I’m the best of in West
Give me them dice
I don’t roll snake eyes
I don’t roll with fake dudes
I don’t roll with fake guys
Gamble on ya boy, it’s a sure shot bet
I’m the best of the vets
I’m the best of in West
Up, so this is what y’all wanted, huh?
That liquid shit, huh?
That liquid shit, huh?
Madlib
Your boy, Defari
Liquid crew from the cradle to the grave, yeah
Big shots to all Dilated Peoples crew
Expansion Team sound system
Liquid Junkie crew
Ay, Swift, yeah boy, it’s what I’m talking about
Liquid forever my nigga, yeah that