It's just one of those days,. typical me,. typical club scene,. typical grief,. one of those raves,. typical beef,. now there's fu**ing headlocks. putting me to sleep,.
There are lots of signs in life. Some that you may not like. You could be livin this minute .... The next minute you're gone away. So hold up your hands my brothers.
So look,. I'm in a dancing mood,. So i hope you got on your dancin shoes,. If you aint movin i aint askin you,. I cant stop and talk i'm just passing you,.
Im a ghetto kid. So why the ghetto shit?. I dunno what happend its just what the ghetto did. I wear my trousers low. Almost near my knees. And every where you go you almost always get this beef.