Lyrics:
His Golden Locks

Then you try to diss? You got gall I got gold on my neck and gold on my wall Gold in my fingers, gold in my ear When this jam's spinnin', gold's what

weak styles, but you look cute Bitch, that shit's wack Let Hammer dance, and you other fools ease back The microphone in some twist in a clenched fist Mind locked

Evil scientist, now I manifest with golden plaques Felony paragraphs, dead on polygraph, vision a bloodpath Black guillotines, banded like King Luis the 16th Before you blink, Napolean, lock

killin' you. Banana-colored light-skinned spics You feel your peel so fine? I'm Hernandez, The Umbrella Man Your future's locked in mine The Chaplains and The Golden

behave Playin' cowboy, now you sleep with the slaves Who's the desperado, sellin' bottles in the alley On some villain shit, wearin' a mask like Jim Carrey With his

to flip the big benz With the candy-coated paint, plus the 20" rims And what they hittin fo', I roll 7 out the do' Took his bankroll, plus his diamond and his gold

no photo Only nigga in a Maybach that fucking with gold 1st nigga in the city put the mind on folds 1st nigga to break bread but real niggas at his shows

I've been thinking Verse One: Common Nearest to the go gothic, a cash flow prophet Methods of gettin scratch and talkin slick I've adopted Palms in the lock

arrived in America Made it alive survived the hell of a trip kid I'm telling ya Sellin' the freedom town to put my feet on the ground See whats around, then lock