Yeah,
yeah.
It's me.
It's me.
It's me.
Here I am sunk in the Jeep windows up.
You can't see the boy.
There's these cowards thinking
something season.
I just pressed the button and the
stuff from the trunk come to the front
and before I throw this pack of dynamite.
I like the blunt of tripping balls as I drive
a grand Cherokee Laredo through the mall like it's Mario Kart.
Pop the hood all chrome with
the four turbos.
The * kicking harder than them four turtles.
I'm running back.
We're
just trying to save time stage crime
so we can do crimes at the same time.
Been tap dancing
on the rock for so long.
I made wine just trying to stay low from Shaitan.
So I put
my shades on head to toe suede on.
Yeah,
looking like blade to cook up a strange soup hand
to hand money get exchanged.
It's all the same.
No mother * change.
It's the game, bitch.