Thath's my Lord Thath's my Lord, driwin' in Ford. He's never bored. He's alwayz right, even in the middle of the night. Look, thath's my homie, thath's my style, thath's my smile. Thath's my God, Those are his Angels, nothin' ever changes. I've still Got the lyrics, I've still Got the critics. Who cares? 'Cause you're weak, FREAK!!! The God's not on your side, beacuse you're mean, you're not "Cool team!" I mean South side, you shoud hide!! Thath's my Lord, driwin' in Ford. He's never bored. He's alwayz right, even in the middle of the night. You'll end up Like pac. Tac, tac, tac. And here goes youre life, stabbed with knife. Or uzi, or SMG, or another gun in the city. You'll end up shitty. 'Cause the god's not on youre side. Thath's my Lord, driwin' in Ford. He's never bored. He's alwayz right, even in the middle of the night. I'll show ya' how I fight, after thath you're not in my sight. Look, don't fuck with us. This is West side. I still remember the days, we were hangin' out in hundred ways. When all the fun was at West, cause' we are the best. Now everything is going out at East, I become a beast. But Lord know thath West is in my heart, from now on I'm buying groceries with mastercard. Thath's my Lord, driwin' in Ford. He's never bored. He's alwayz right, even in the middle of the night. West Rakovac live in peace....