Pouring rain, cracked front window. I turned off my radio and reached for my boot. For my favorite sterling horseshoe flask. To take a drink of what it holds She was looking at her feet. When I
let me I'll get ya high. Cos it's summertime (summertime). Woah, wooah, wooouuh, wooah. . It was 98 degrees in the shade. Top down, loud sound. And I just got paid. Push the eq on a track I just
and a case of Sterling Big Mouth My buddy Gene was driving he just barely turned sixteen. And I'd like to say, "I'm sorry", but we lived to tell about it. And we lived to do a whole bunch more crazy
doing these evils. Gotta eat you, be cool, got a kid to feed that'll reach you Or did it see thru? Or do I just speak thru the EQ?. Just to say I got a hot sequel when niggaz on the block gotta eat
up the EQ for minus. Infect it like the germs that metamorph up in your sinus. As with this slang was born a new Sodom I be a Deep Blue def subtle breath control that Kasparov pack. The acidic 32nd
tank it'll make me late. I ain't gonna lie. I see you man on foot on the high road moving bait. Man's just try'na stack paper. Don't watch what man's earning. Man paid over 30 bags sterling. German
the toll fighting for my own soul. 'Cause the bourgeoisie type of mental sucks like a flat comb But I be baitin' the rebel base to bass distort the EQ. The devil's wishin' they could send me back to