I don't wanna go to county jail no more, more, more. It's a big fat policeman at my door, door, door. He'll snatch you by yo collar make you pay a dollar.
Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine. . We can snort it we can flip it, we can snort it we can flip it. We can snort it we can flip it, we can snort it cocaine.
talking. . verse 1:. it was a hot summers night i was kickin it with gangsta. fred out at hide park. rollin chasin paper.known we keep tha best of green so you know i'm.
Yeah you muthafuckin' hoes. Y'all know the muthafuckin' dead Hypnotize Camp and Profit Posse in this muthafucka. Get one of these gold plaques on the wall before you talk some old.