We in the streets playa, getcha mail. It's only two places you'll end up - either dead or in jail. Still nowhere to go... still nowhere to go. Now throw ya hands up bustless, bustas, boostas, hoes.
Well it is a weeping. And a moaning. And a gnashing of teeth. It is a weeping. And a mourning. And a gnashing of teeth. It is a. When it comes to my sound which is the champion sound.