[Intro]: Meth. *All my people...!*. [Redman]. It's Funk Doc. Where da weed at, bitch?!. I speed back wist, down to one-way from cops. See thas' shit?! Believe thas' shit!.
Sunday driving past your own hall of fame. It's closed on weekdays, shut for good. Pick out no one when you're talkin'. Felt like rattlesnakes were walkin'.
One two I remember when we first met. I fell in love with the sex, hickeys on my tities. Bite marks on my neck wifey like next. But now you get vexed and in the last six months.