best believe i got the juice lovet when it me and you gone like the wind that just blew sippen on breww counten on you im counten on loot pimp C when I move my green guapd up dont see red or blues got tricks under hat like Theodore Seuss im on the loose higher then plane i cant complain get rid of the pain sippn on drank my shirt gotta switchn the lanes voices in my brain tellen me to rage sooo im on flaaammezzz fuk on ya hoe kickn ya doe like im supposed im puffen on doe