Color of the Benz

I wear my air Jordans with my anchor blue jeans
I like to spread my wings when I'm out on the scene
Who can break me down on a triple scale beam?
The color of the Benz, same color whip cream
Fly away, cologne fills up your hallway
And I'ma strike it on the I-180 south like all day
I dress sharp like the nation of Islam so I shop like somebody that personally knows God
Your boyfriend, freak is boo boo to rabbit
He really need to kick that dope habit, it's lookin' tragic
I get my hair done, I let the curls whip
And then I make a call to see what the girls get
I wear my air Jordans with my anchor blue jeans
I like to spread my wings when I'm out on the scene
Who can break me down on a triple scale beam?
The color of the Benz, same color whip cream (x2)
You want that, man, do you like how I flaunt that?
Because I know I'd go to jail or hell if I bought that
Man like a court case caught that
And like a boxer in Vegas to box, yo, I fought that
I like steak and potatoes, ice cream gators
I never say nothin' yo to none of my neighbors
I do it like Parliament, don't get wet
I do it like a gambler, make that bet
I cash that check 'cause the money looks better
Some like cheese but I like cheddar
Phat farm sweaters, DMC leather and shootin' my mouth off like a pro woulda
I wear my air Jordans with my anchor blue jeans
I like to spread my wings when I'm out on the scene
Who can break me down on a triple scale beam?
The color of the Benz, same color whip cream (x2)
Pretty bartender, can I get another shot of that (?)
She was tall enough to make a ball team
She said she never met me, it was like a pipe dream
I blazed through the crowd, yo, and never got seen
Then I sat down on a white couch, made it all official
It's popping like a pistol in a missile
A picnic basket, man, call me Yogi Berra
Man, Andre Nickatina from the Ronald Reagan era