Another Rock-a-Block extravaganza
Geechi Grace up in the place, yeah
That n***a Ski up in the place, yeah
We got my homegirl Mecca in the place
We gonna' blow it up like this for all you tape n***as

I wanna say wassup to my n***a Ski and my man Geechi Grace
Hit em off!

[Verse 1: Ski Beatz]
Look at my mind troubled
I strive to reach the top like Dom Perignon bubbles
Rotate then relocate to another state
To dine off crystal plates and glass is my destined fate
We making major moves and motions, watch the herbs wait
Could find yourself no longer with us if you hesitate
I detonate the bomb and get it Canal son
So pop it in your deck and then eject the foul ones
Geechi Grace, where you at son?!

[Verse 2: Geechi Suede]

[Hook: *Geechi Suede* & Mecca]
*I'm feeling it*, fill the glass to the top with Moët
*Feeling it*, feel the Lex' pushing up on the set
*I'm feeling it*, feel the high that you get from the lye
*Feeling it*, if you feel it raise your L in the sky
*I'm feeling it*, fill the glass to the top with Moët
*Feeling it*, feel the Lex' pushing up on the set
*I'm feeling it*, feel the high that you get from the lye
*Feeling it*, if you feel it raise your L in the sky
[Verse 3: Geechi Suede]

[Verse 4: Ski Beatz]

(I'll have you frozen in time when I sedate you with
Willie boys, recognize The Nine Era)