Had pistols in my hands, had pockets full of Ox. Whole life I been a G, had bitches on the block. Had strippers on the pole, had cocaine in the pot. Got fiends at the do' so I turned that to a rock
I'm a groovy type nigga, rather two-step with you. Pants sagging, rag dragging, rather gangbang with you. Triggers squeeze, throw a palette, throw them thing-things with you. Hot degrees anti-freez