My Head's on fire, can't even speak right! It's cocktailnight tonight! Gonna sip some molotov! Spitting fire on you fucks! The party of our life!
on wish, I never seen the abyss And when I needed a ride, you wouldn't give me a lift And now I'm poppin' my Cris, you niggas all on my dick I wanna
on Wish I'll never see the abyss And when I needed a ride You wouldn't give me a lift And now I'm poppin' my cris You niggas all on my dick I wanna change
down See what you do is find a freaky little thang Talk to her, take her out on the flo' Then you grind 'til your body catch fire Talk nasty or nice and
and T.C. It's on fire from the wars they cause A bunch of ignorant motherfuckers wearin' camouflage (3 minutes left) Yes, one-seven nigga, look Niggaz step down to the nasty
Chyna Whyte don't suck no dicks or lick no nuts Bitch I hit licks and flip bricks Every two hours switch whips to keep the peoples off me What you know
lookin' stupid, what you wanna do? I'll take your style and embarrass it with Words beautifully written like Arabic Got niggas on the run 'cause the fire
from the spark for the fire engulfs, Check your pulse, the impulse of werewolves. Drag the body back into the woods, Detach the back and tear into the goods. Tossed on
ol skool style Yo jazzy on the wheels me on the m-i-c Lets seewe got a couple of new additions Sumthin new age We got little john on the d-r-u-m-s get
Old and sassy Old and nasty I ain't gonna front that nigga Gold he gassed me But now I'm flowin fastly, rollin jazzy Just a while ago I was rollin badly We was on
and sassy, old and nasty I ain't gonna front that nigga Gold, he gassed me But now I'm flowin' fastly, rollin' jazzy Just a while ago, I was rollin' badly We was on
own is these fuckin' street's So on my own, i'ma put myself on these fuckin' street's I'm sick and tired of livin' life is these city blues I got to get my serve on
Whyte Chyna Whyte don't suck no dicks or lick no nuts Bitch I hit licks and flip bricks Every two hours switch whips to keep the peoples off me What
like to lay on her stomach so I bust on her back And I don't care if she a groupie or not I'm gettin head on the block and the hooptie'll drop Root-Crew
know what you expect staring into your TV set Fighting fire with fire Fighting fire with fire Fighting fire with fire Fighting fire with fire Fighting fire with fire
Nananananananana, let's sing together Say go, say when, say now, say hit-it, Ready to rumble dance here we go So, going up and down round and round on and on
