Ride Dirty

Wha, uh huh
Woah, fuck you n***as talkin' bout, yeah
Uh huh, [?]
Chilean sea bass, the shots [?] wheat grass
Only rockin' with a couple of n***as, gimme his trash
The raw shooter, bullets in the pink medulla
Divine ruler, paper coming, I need it soon (now)
Raw shit, smoke big in front of state troopers
Blow [?] time travel like [?]
Young n***a got a gaggle of grams in his suit tucked (yeah, wha)
Point blank range, black man slain
Like to stay in the cut to cover mad range
Keep the gas in my deep pockets, need profits
Fuck the cops and your weak team, y'all need to stop it
All hail the black extraterrestrial
I got the sauce, you n***as lookin' like vegetables
Crackers don't want static, I had to test a few
Not as tough as the punk n***as that's next to you
Fuck the fallacies, the pain create a masterpiece
Pop two at the sheriff and then I stash the piece
Yeah yeah, then I stash the piece
Fuck the fallacies, the pain create a masterpiece