I'm used to driving Benzes and Porches and Corvettes. You might see me in LA on Sunset. Or in Nevada, betting, three-digit degrees, not sweatin. Wearing leather, super fly, light as a feather,.
[Reversed]. Kings and Queens, just show us where we should be (you motherfuckers). . Is my mind explicit cause I hang with a sinner?. Hand and hand with the hatchet but its nuttin familiar.
Hey there killer, where you goin'?. I see you got a gun and your anger is showing. What you about to do? Gonna kill her man?. I know that you are, but you don't really understand.
Bitch, you can straight up eat a mothafuckin' dick! I'm lookin' at the. mothafuckin' frontline. I see Violent J....Anybody Killa...and that. mothafuckin' dead homie, BLAZE!! See, we represent a mothafuckin' hatchet on.
Who wanna ride?!. Who wanna ride?!. Who wanna ride?!. . It's a Saturday afternoon on the Eastside. Mashin' in the bucket, sippin' on formeldahyde. Pockets lookin' sore so you know I gotta go.