yo its streets, for the fuckers that believe make it reek of that ganja on the strip flip put on the ski, mask on my head i dont believe yall, you gotta know when you gott strip belive yall i see you bitches want my drip, slip on a condom before you hit that spliff put on the london skeet on screen son, you dont want that nose burn got em so hot they have me comin undone whip over the icecream sunny slide me the spice cream bunny you got my world spinnin funny where ya at just tell me honey