air that's a wrap bro Our songs good to go straight to the radio Flex easy on the bomb let these niggas hear to flow We Americas most dangerous to have
be danged if the rain ain't pourin down There's somethin smokin' underneath the hood It's a bangin' and a clangin' and it can't be good And it's another
it before and I'll say it again We got just enough fire to keep it burning Just enough dream to never give up hope Just enough love to last forever We keep
s always somebody with better shit I keep you out the public eye for a reason You're a commodity Rip. Ain't that how you wanna keep it? I keep your whereabouts
Mexico they still robbing tourists What's up to Maria, she from Handuras I'm in my room, rolling up ganja My mom's in the kitchen, rolling up masa The
started in the motherfuckin' East Know I'm sayin'? Then it went to the West coast And they did it a little bit better Know I'm sayin'? But now it's our
It's the danger dome using the maestro zone Like supertramp take the long way home I used to ill, now I build Rock rhymes like bills(? ) set up to kill When it
Back into the Ford with the windows rolled up So when the radio rocks he can sing along freely With the lights out it's less dangerous At the top of
see. Take up your ears and hear. Take up your mind and think. Take up your life and act. * It is up to us all as responsible citizens of Earth To work
on interviews Got no time for no interviews (Go-got no time for no interviews) You know I keep my ear to the streets So it's up to me to bring you the
ass So give it up smooth Ain't no tellin when I'm down for a jack move Here's a murder rap to keep yo dancin with a crime record like Charles Manson AK
to blow off ya head like race gimmicks Wipe that stupid grimace, we'll be dominatin' when earth finish Knowledge is danger peep movin' targets like Roy Iniss It keeps
believed in and all that belonged to me I tried to find my way out to somewhere where I thought it'd be safe They stopped me at the roadblock they put up
planet, I'm 'bout business The best that ever done it, can I get a witness? Cumulus clouds bring darkness up above You in it for the money? Or in it
ll be danged if the rain ain't pourin' down Something's smokin' underneath the hood There's a bangin' and a clangin' and it can't be good And it's another
to an intense, motherfucker Gridiron mic cuffer, terror to the jugular Smother all the others, punk motherfuckers But I'ma keep it real, cause me and you is brothers It
's okay Nobody really looks like themselves anymore I think it's got something to do with that crap They've been pouring into the water I decided it
that Popped up pretty in a screwed up city Might come Puerto Rican broad like Diddy Might come Arabian or Venezuelan 'Mote control radio, 84 swangin Mix the drank up, po it in my dang