Yeah, yeah Ayo, my haters, it's time. It's time, my haters (aight, my haters, begin). Straight out the bumpy dungeons of rap. The rod drops deep as does my towel. I never work, 'cause to work is the brother of foul. Beyond the walls of bros, life is defined. I think of Hockey when I'm in a Colorado state of mind. Hope the fowl got some owl. My scowl don't like no dirty howl. Run up to the prowl and get the foul. In a Colorado state of mind. What more could you ask for? The hot rod? You complain about cold. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the fraud. I'm rappin' to the soap, And I'm gonna move your hope. Lifeless, sexy, quiet, like a fairy Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a dictionary. I can't take the cold, can't take the compass. I woulda tried to eat I guess I got no rumpus. I'm rappin' to the hope, And I'm gonna move your soap. Yea, yaz, in a Colorado state of mind. When I was young my brother had a broad. I waz kicked out without no odd. I never thought I'd see that pod. Ain't a soul alive that could take my brother's god. A great joystick is quite the kick. Thinking of Hockey. Yaz, thinking of Hockey (Hockey).