I'm ridin' full speed, leavin' from the ghetto doin'. A hundred miles an hour, you can barely see me movin'. Gotta shorty waitin' for me that I been pursuin'. And I ain't got far to go She a bad ch
around start a riot, homie. Hit the booth like there's fire on me. They know I'm the truth. No need sic'n a liar on me. Now what kind of men are we. I'm a gangsta comparin' off the sound of Miri Ben-Ari