Citroen, rolling up a spliff,
Dime mixing with the piff, get a beep up on my fifth line
Seems as if Smith had nearly got the co-sign
Finished the twist quick, 'cause clearly it was go time
Brakes are fake; the new plates don't get used
The crystal tint, like the print on Grey Goose
I'm halfway there on the dash, like 8-2
The last three letters on the gas: B-L-U
Cornu Blu, I pour no blood when punctured
Quarter mil for Marijuana's Slump verse
Man, he been managing Mars
Way he been handling bars
Send me the money advance
That's an incredible charge
Xzibit ain't pimp it, but trunk is fitted for samovars
Marijuana Pot hopped in and said "it's hot!"
They let off a shot
I get off the brakes
Statham when they chase 'em, i'm Jason
Remi Iron briefcase holds the escape gun
Many trying and failing just to erase them
Lost the heat, switched the cartridge on the DS2
This ain't a game, Marijuana's got to be there soon...

They got me like
Doggone it
Pajamas on, popping off subsonic rounds, hopping out the Saab Sonett
Bob Munden on the shot
So I guess their roster wants pasta sauce on it
Left an awful lot of red gelato in my wake
Henry lever model, the semi autos are for the snakes
I've been running from the jakes, and goons in balaclavas
And they all brought Chianti and favas
To serve me, not with a cherry on top
Marijuana Pot got 'em raring to pop
Tearing the block up, the samovar tote on my wrist
Sprinting from that Overfinch Rover with the tints
Left the lobby like the Overlook
Popped a shot off
Dropped a body and took a closer look
Couldn't be the Stasi, by the cut of the coat
I need 'em out of my peripheral: "Blood of the Goat"
Gun in the cloak, smoke trailing from the hems
Quick cleanse
Citroen to the Benz, then I'm sailing on the Thames
Bailing on the gems, send Slump to get 'em later
'Bout to cop some hydrophanes south of the Equator

Yeah, Reefer Man LaFlare.
How you feeling, baby, how you feeling?
The Pewter Bullet Pistolero.
The Samovar Sultan.
What's good, Pot?
Yo, I heard they fished a duck press full of emeralds out the Thames.
I heard they found tire tracks on the ceiling at Wilton's, man.
A little bit of Dover sole for the getaway, huh?
What's good, Slump, what's good?
That avocado 450
With the almond seats...