got the chronic in the backseat on my way to tombstone, turn off the cruise control and get off the freeway on grant, and slide through the backstreets, with these cops i want no contact, and aint no way im a let them catch me, off that weed, and cognac, foo this is Az, Tucson to be exact, the desert where its hot, given, our woman, a nice brown complexion, baby girl I ain't flexing, my style, I'm testing, my skills, cuz girl for real, I want to see how your body feel, if you ain't from around these parts, be aware of our area, cuz the wrong turn can get you killed, and we'll bury ya, somewhere you'll never be found, with all this desert around, and this ain't no tale, this is for your own health, your an alien to us, like area 51, we'll dispose of your body and won't tell, there's rules involved, if your want to come to this town, and get along, otherwise don't come to this bitch, and we're right next to the border, make your order and we can provide it for ya, day and night, we don't talk to much on the phone, cuz the feds, they just might, be on the other side, listening on, don't do the crime, if you can't do your time, don't bitch up, when shit gets rough, those that are quick to rat fast, snitch and back stab, we won't hesitate to take your life,