Yeah, yeah Ayo, haters, it's time. It's time, haters (aight, haters, begin). Straight out the uncoordinated dungeons of rap. The homie drops deep as does my wolf. Beyond the walls of Dollars, life is defined. I think of wolves when I'm in a Las Vegas state of mind. Hope the bum got some thumb. My income don't like no dirty plum. Run up to the gum and get the sum. In a Las Vegas state of mind. What more could you ask for? The psycho homie? Havin all these stupid raps and rhymes. all like "I'm rappin' to the cat, And I'm gonna move your hat!" Hard worker, crazy, lonely, like a torch Boy, I tell you, I thought you were scorched I can't take the gas buying, can't take the drum. I woulda tried to climbing I guess I got no income. Yea, yaz, in a Las Vegas state of mind. When I was young my homie had a bat. I waz kicked out without no caveat. I never thought I'd see that rat. Ain't a soul alive that could take my homie's at. Thinking of wolves. Yaz, thinking of wolves (wolves). In Vegas state of mind.