Bitch please, you must be smokin' rocks Real shit for my people And it just don't Fucker please you must be smokin' rocks Real shit for my people And it just don't
Drop it like... oh yeah That's so trashy How low can you go How dirty can you get... nasty fucker Drug through the dirt Razor cut that eight millimeter make it hurt Chain sleaze leather face Fucker please, you must be smokin' rocks Kill it, kill it Kill it, kill it Hit it, fuck it, feel it, whip it, burn it, Turn it out and kick it to da curb Shut it down Forged in the flames, said it before and I'll say it again... Quazar game maximum vacuum rotation spin s-s-s
Bitch please, you must be smokin' rocks Real shit for my people And it just don't Fucker please you must be smokin' rocks Real shit for my people And it just don't
When shit goes down I'll be there Wit' my hand on my gun, and my eyes on the road Ghost ridin' to hell fuck if I care... who wanna catch my droze Give a fuck blood, I ain't goin' nowhere Templar night and day, live an die by the code, Code of the street, how ta stay in the zone, How I own it and freak it to da base of da bone
I am the darkness creeping through your system The lash of da whip cracking every bitch into position Worki'n ya over crashing and burning in a blackhole blasting out, Your subwoofers are melting... hear a bitch say why's he yelling
Who wanna catch dis gun clap, shrapnel off me lip Cause blood bath
Bitch please, you must be smokin' rocks Real shit for my people And it just don't Fucker please you must be smokin' rocks Real shit for my people And it just don't
Cuz I run this lik Like dogtown ripped That raw shit like none other Low down dirty shit Shot off this hip Death grips, mothafucka
Please, you must be Smokin' rocks Real shit for my people And it just don't stop Bitch pleaseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
