[Verse 1: Fam-Lay]. Hmmm...yes sirrrrrr. Rock and roll, man roll and rock. I got tens, got twentys, got fifty blocks. I got smoke to buy, coke for sale.
Well I gotta call you lucky. Cause all I can think about. Is what to do with all of your charms.. Well I know you think it's not enough. But I could never give it up.
Crash triggers clinging chokers. Choking victory dry. Don't panic simply randomly. So what she has alzheimers. Mathematically epileptic. If she don't wet her pants first.