Chorus
Full sail regatta/ if you got it then you got it/ if not then its not an option/ most people settle never fulfilling their callin’/ spilling the milk and bawling/ turning yellow and jaundice/ penny loafers and pampas


2x
I’ll beat the brakes off and ape it the top of the eighth/ and pull the spine out the swine in the top of the nine/ and by the end of the game they’ll remember name Mr.Saint at the gates been dangling chains

Verse 1
I never learned the meaning of quit/ fully equipped/ swinging them fists/ never seen me in a grip homie I rip/ don’t think I’m rude because I’m speaking in spit/ an breath flame til the ceiling is lit/ speech game got ya team in a grip/ neverstop hell’ah raw when I’m getting it on/ emcee’s in the corner and they pleading the fifth/ Tellah on bet it all man I’m ready to fall/ emcees in the corner and they pleading the fifth/ been poor been broke like most my life/ I aint quite black and I aint quite white/ I don’t speak Spanish so the spicks don’t like me/ they threw a bottle when I was kid just riding/ on my bike outside excited/ mama inside at night she fighting/ and she’d holler and shed scream/ that and stomping were the sound of my dreams/ so homie you don’t scare me not a little bit ‘of’ barely/ ya sweeter than Ben n’ Jerry’s/ ya needing a lil’ fairy dust to be fly/ seed in a cemetery while I lust to be live/ confused? Company move/ a little bit of liquor got me feeling the mood/ ready willing to prove the illest villain you knew/ an see the name Saint Tellah wasn’t nothing to them/ but I made a name spitting not sucking a dick/ coming to grips ya girl nutting to this/ and if you wanna get it busy gotta couple of fists/ and nothing to lose/ so step inside the grinder and I’ll crumble ya crew/ an it’s not like I’m the brightest but ya’ll bumbling fools- In this life you gotta hustle/ tooth nails an knuckles/ juke fail to fumble/ two bells to rumble/ in truth these fools is too frail and buckle/ fuckin’ punks-

Chorus
Full sail regatta/ if you got it then you got it/ if not then its not an option/ most people settle never fulfilling their callin’/ spilling the milk and bawling/ turning yellow and jaundice/ penny loafers and pampas
2x
I’ll beat the brakes off and ape it the top of the eighth/ and pull the spine out the swine in the top of the nine/ and by the end of the game they’ll remember name Mr.Saint at the gates been dangling chains




Verse 2
Going for mine/ I ain’t pillaging schools/ adrenaline fueled/ the mission is you/ the listeners who/ deliver the oohs ahhs and the sinister views/ getting’ in tune/ and steadily move / the heavenly muse/ better me fool? /never happen less you rappin’ and a referee too/ Subaru move/ G-Reddy to tune/ a Mario Andretti when I get in the mood/ putting the pedal to the metal never setting the cruise/ its funny rappers only spittin’ while I’m ‘effing’ the booth/ I know its questionable/ you can’t wrestle the truth/ I’m a bad man in a regular dude/ so what you ready to brew/ eleven dub an a deuce/ it aint nothing muh-fucka when I’m ready to roost/ already in the lead and I’m pressing the boost/ on some hot rod vroom/ knock knock who?/ killing em soft when I’m a tick tock boom/ quickdraw dude/ and the dick strong too/ licking a shot you only spit raw juice/ hitting the stars and I’m a lift off soon/ big strong moose and a pissed off bull/ add a little abuse and then you got yours true/ you already had the pudding/ heres alot more proof/ that i’m the goose get loose puke top shelf booze/ and when i put my shit together then the cocktails smooth/ I came to bring the pain/ aim to please your dame/ take your piece of steak/ an make your beef fillet / illah, realer, and harder hitter The Saint/ claiming that they rappin and not full filling the name/ claiming that their rappin for rocking a grilland chain/ I wish they’d fall asleep in traffic and crash on the interstate…

Chorus
Full sail regatta/ if you got it then you got it/ if not then its not an option/ most people settle never fulfilling their callin’/ spilling the milk and bawling/ turning yellow and jaundice/ penny loafers and pampas

2x
I’ll beat the brakes off and ape it the top of the eighth/ and pull the spine out the swine in the top of the nine/ and by the end of the game they’ll remember name Mr.Saint at the gates been dangling chains