Hey yo, our lungs are filled with the purple from the jungle
Never fumble, got the word right by the grundle
Swing [?] songs for me and my son
That's before he was 3 smoking weed and a blunt
Straight from flushin where the birds are hanging dead in the window
Send the garbage make me say getting head in the rental
Got the lamb wrapped in, roasted, laced with [?]
Little yogurt that be [?] might be a winner
Come and see me, known the hand makes the [?]
Holler make the [?] getting paper [?]
[?] sour smoking savage at the [?] soda
Macho man, the taco stand is where the hook is kept
30 dollars get you pussycat, right in the kitchen where they cooking at
Mind take, architecture [?] twist the pussy like a soft bezel
I'm such a special guy, I'd rather die then never testify
You soon to see me at the party with a vest [?]
Shores, that's my [?] when I'm stepping
[?] down the streets like the westerns

Double weapons, at my size and preparing for the showdown
Spinning like a wild maneuver, wailing at them hold down
Hold ground, stand firm, you little sissies got a chance
Now it's time to give them man burn

Yo, he try to fuck with [?] it's a crucial calling
Guaranteed you gonna loose just like the Brooklyn brawler
Mister wonderful in short [?] cortex, gortex
The bottom of the [?] in case the floor wet
Flow was sended here crafted on the mother eart
[?] stays [?] since my brother's birth
Shaking hands, the system money connect
Blow a [?] have a [?]
Respect my, exquisite mistique, pretty petite
Little hookers running wild, giving head in the street
But still, slicing nuts, clean off that's with the razor
I'm laughing in the tavern where fresh bruno and [?] is chilling
Salt and pepper, queen shit, salt and pepper, ps.