Yo, I was going too but we roam, cellular phones
Doc-Meth back in the flesh, blood and bones
Don’t condone, spent bank loans on homegrown
Suckers break like Turbo in Ozone
When I, grab the broom
Moon-walk platoon hawk my goons bark
Leave you in a blue lagoon lost (true)
Three nines and a glove with Nasu he dying in the car
Right behind on the boss
Haters don’t touch (what?) weigh us both up
Now my neighbor doped up
Got the cable hooked up, all channels
Lift my shirt, all mammal
You ship off keys and we ship Grand Pianos