Oh alabama slim Yea here i go again Hoppin on the the beat So you know i get to slaughterin Bout to catch a case from the way that I be spittin it Las vegas shooter flow Yea im talkin murder shit Back in 05 i went and joined a gang Red and gold colors bitch USMC Got it tatted on my arm And i wear it like a sleeve Alabama slim with my girl easy p And You know who we are and you know where we be In the 251 M-O-B-I-L-E Put it down in the studio And turn up on these beats Bringing rap back to life Givin people what they need Oh i think they like me Yea my shit is fly Im so hot and cool Im like a Snowman in july If you Wanna step to this You can go ahead and try But you should get to prayin Cause you playin with your life Mumble rappers Fuck rap you can have it back Musical metaphors makin money more than marijuana slim spittin shit so sickly swear i should see a doctor bama boy beatin beats with what i brought ya Bitches call me dadsy but i aint the father