what the deal

i stay sunk in my seat with my heat ride alone in my lolo do my dirl all by my dolo solo low pro cronic smoke middle fingers to the the popo im a g kicken rymes on like bruce lee got teck with a beam gettin cream like WU my rap knock fuckas out like king fu who would of knew how i do so tru blazin smoke from my throat like a train goin choo choo 2 the death crew im a scholar az raps brawler im a balla money to my colla Rottweiler by my hop impalla top dolla gun ruga raps lex luga get poked like a buga you sweet as a caine of sugar