Let the funky beat blaze!

[Chorus]
I take my last breath
It's like I'm dead inside
It's like I'm past it
It's what I can't describe

[Rob Aston]
You said money can't buy me love and that's true
But money can buy me drugs so that's cool
The best of the worst skinhead Rob one and only fully loaded
Riding dirty and I'm feeling kinda lonely
Of a wet one throw back dip in the fifth
Punch drunk with a pistol so I'll probably miss
Any chance that I have to turn my house to a home
Times up, game's over, I'm dying alone

[Chorus]
I take my last breath
It's like I'm dead inside
It's like I'm past it
It's what I can't describe

[Ganxta Ridd]
That's what it is it ain't me to complain
Cut khakies brown chucks white t-shirts and braids
Boo Ya Tribe unexplainable gang
Transplanted but i came
West forward so let it flame
They love the music
So let the funky beat blaze
We keep it G'd up
With the heat up
Royal crown, tequila
Six trey with the usos
Puffin on the silver black guerrilla
On a Saturday after noon
Alpines 808 go boom soo oo owee
For the G's and the harmony