Yo, first of all son peep the arson. Many brothers I be sparkin' and bustin' mad light inside the dark. Call me dough snatcher just the brother for the rapture.
Yo, yo, yo, word to ride, nigga, yeah. . Aiyyo, we four or five niggaz with furs on. Up top gated up, big tables got the reserves on. Blowin' on saxophones, the band is rough.