[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'.