who wanna catch ***

bitch please, you must be smokin rocks

real *** for my people

and it just dont

***er please you must be smokin rocks

real *** for my people

and it just dont drop it like ... oh yeah

thats so trashy

how low can you go,

how dirty can you get. nasty ***er

drug through the dirt

razor cut that eight milimeter make it hurt

chain sleaze leather face

***er please, you must be smokin rocks

kill it, kill it,

kill it, kill it

hit it, *** it, feel it, whip it, burn it, turn it out and kick it to da curb

shut it down

forged in the flames, said it before and ill say it again... quazar game maximum vacuum rotation spin s-s-s (bitch please) when *** goes down

ill be there

wit my hand on my gun, and my eyes on the road ghost ridin ta hell *** if i care... who wanna catch my droze

give a *** blood

i aint goin nowhere

templar night and day, live an die by the code, code of the street, how ta stay in the zone, how i own it and freak it to da base of da bone i am the darkness creeping through your system

the lash of da whip

cracking every bitch

into position

workin ya over crashing and burning in a blackhole blasting out, your subwoofers are melting. hear a bitch say why's he yelling who wanna catch *** gun clap, shrapnel off me lip

cause blood bath (bitch please) cuz i run this lik

like dogtown ripped

that raw *** like none other

low down dirty ***

shot off this hip

death grips, motha***a please, you must be

smokin rocks

real *** for my people

and it just dont