Where you stay at it don’t matter / The money in yo pocket, it don’t matter / Put aloha on it, let it, blossom / Fuck yo ego man, I can smell it, rotten. I remember, it’s all I can say /
Big Island born Hilo 1988 / Rapped a little bit now the kids call me crazyeight. Crazy for the way I spit, eight for the 808 / Watch these rhymes stick like Opihi in you brain. If I’m speaking foreign tongue, then google what I slang / If you know what I’m saying, talk pidgin to be mane / Then crack a green one and buss the ukulele / It’s a small place you better back up what you say / Put aloha on it, like rice on everything. We stunt with pride fuck yo diamond thangs / No 24 carats, just an island chain.

Where you stay at it don’t matter/The money in yo pocket, it don’t matter/ Now Put aloha on it, I said/ Put aloha on it, awright/

All the bruddahs, sisters, uncles, aunties unda one roof/ This one’s for you, and the rice pot too/
Leave yo ego at the front door just like yo shoes/ No rush no where, leave the drama in the news/
I miss HI like you miss the old Kanye/ I love HI like Kanye loves Kanye/ I miss the Laulaus and the Musubis/ I miss the salt water without the sewer stink/ We don’t got no winter just a colder summer/ The white folks come and change a little color/ Spend two weeks out the year on a beach house stylin’/ You gonna gentrify the whole fucking Island/ From the road to Hana all the way to Lahaina/ One fucking luau now you think you Hawaiian/ I’m a Big Island boy, Waimea thought I told ya/ I like my women like my coffee, Kona/

Where you stay at it don’t matter/The money in yo pocket, it don’t matter/ Now Put aloha on it, I said/ Put aloha on it, awright/

I smell the smoke from the Huli Huli/ Black sand on my feet from Waipio Valley/ This place was bettah without yo concrete/ All I see on the beach is backs with sunscreen/ Mo bettha the way it was, you fucked it up slowly/ Put the shakah down, how you gonna fuck up Poke/ You gonna serve me rice with a side of fish/ Now Hipster me this and butt fuck these chop sticks/ This one’s for all the beautiful people/ HI and all of it’s heroes/ Mahalo, for those that paved the way/ Bruno Mars, Bruddah Iz, and Max Holloway/ Bless up to The Duke and Eddie Aikau/ Now don't you bitch out/ I missed plenty names the last I gotta drop um’/ All The Kings from Kamehameha to Obama/ 16

Keawe through the splippah/ Ama on the A’a (delay) The vog took the mountains / Haoles took the beaches / Keawe through the splippah Ama on the A’a/ The vog took the mountains, Haoles took the beaches / We call it pakalolo, you call it marijuana /Where’s the marijuana, I think I smell the ganja/ I think I smell the ganja/ I think I smell the ganja/ We call it pakalolo you call it marijuana/
Where’s the marijuana, I think I smell the ganja/

Where you stay at it don’t matter/The money in yo pocket, it don’t matter/ Now Put aloha on it, I said/ Put aloha on it, awright/