these tracks of bomb these tracks of bond these tracks of biomolecule these tracks down on you know check it check the flow keep it on the low there's a do we know with this women pool where the studio always pretty damn cool too set a new Coolio nobody tripping just a bunch of b****** skinny dipping standing there dripping looking finger looking you can go do what you want to do screws around town in the limo with the windows all the way down go down about the pain rap about the game spray everything you know on the low bother rains the last cap that's scored like that hit them with a baseball bat called a fast track hit a so hard of flu further back then ever was smacked we had to rent an auto cat just to get that b**** back yo swings like a pro didn't just give it a tapping took a couple steps back and crack like that all the way to camp wickety wack hell yeah I remember that that s*** was bad it was so damn red he was hanging out with the Democrat before that trying to catch a rap with a mouse trap yo here's a ball bat try to catch a Democrat with that rat these tracks of bomb these tracks of bomb these tracks are the bomb we drop in these tracks down on you yo they can be 52 babadoo we don't mean to get real with you but we already ditched your crew and your fat friend too bringing it back across the noble to the rebel hole where the chicks are checking in 9 fold wearing blindfolds double down below zero here's the microphone check it is it too low hell no we in the game deeper than has bro deeper than has bro you chilling at the party's own son can you feel it can you feel it can you feel it as soothe the soul it pays the toll and the days just roll these tracks are bombed these tracks are bombed these tracks out the bomb we drop in these tracks down on your mom because she got up and had it down the road couldn't take it no more rat off with the dude next door now she's Sancho's w**** and you won't be seeing her anymore you some heads are gonna roll you violated parole you've been sleeping at the U-Haul on the floor by the back door and your mom's a horror that's for sure she won't be back she's hanging out with I do name Jack flip and smack and smoking crack to work it in twacking sitting on a money stack hell yeah that's a money stack in fact she broker f****** back with all that train running off the track get back or you might get smacked back she's doing nothing but eating that cake