1990 Sick

Yeah nigga
Muthafuckin east bay gangster
Back in your muthafuckin face
Rollin in my muthafuckin chicken coupe
Muthafuckin black-on-black caddy
Triple gold d's and shit
Spice muthafuckin one knowmsayin
Straight mobbin

Four chickens in a coop
Make a nigga wanna shoop
Colonel sanders ain't poppin, droppin
Big fat baby huey, ki's they can purchase
Got the whole hood ballin, nigga, fuck churches
Fools in the city turn the fuck up dead
Cos i'm servin more chickens than foghorn leg
Feds wanna know where a nigga reside
Cos the nuggets i'm sellin ain't kentucky fried
See, i boil it to a certain degree
Sometimes a nigga even sellin quarter pounders with cheese
But it ain't mcdonald's or burger king
Cos muthafuckas goin under gettin caught with hot wings
Ba-da-ba-ba slingin that lleyo
Them feds don't play, hoe
Say no if they ask you if you seen
A young nigga wearin braids slinig birds out a pinto
Smokin indo talkin to my hitman
Put your ass six feet under like quicksand
Get some slugs and a golden shower
Got the muthafuckin cocaine, money and power
Takes a lickin and keeps on tickin, movin, stickin
Fuckin round with the funky chicken

Straight believin in flake from s-p-i
Never gettin high off your own supply

The world was a big fat vagina
Waitin for a nigga like me to get behind her
See, the ballers and the clockers know me so well
Servin my muthafuckin ki's outta cheap motels
Cookin chickens in the kitchen to smoked-out hoes
Collect the shit in my lungs, collect the shit in my nose
See, let a real nigga tell it
I seen niggas swallow they lley, shit it out and still sell it
Keep the hustle goin strong each day
My little homie larry swallowed five dubs and passed away
Chickens in my drawers collectin them funds
Can't wear boxer shorts, gotta wear dun-dun-dun-dun's
Infrared cos niggas try to jack
See i'm sellin chickens and they gettin chicken scratch
There ain't no match for this killin-ass baller
Call a shot like at&t and touch all of y'all
I'm countin chickens in my sleep
I used to count sheep
But the chickens give me heap, so catch the tweak
The fuck off, i love it when my stack thicken
Yeah, fuckin round with the funky chicken

Straight believin in flake from s-p-i
Never gettin high off your own supply

Clockers walk around the track pickin doves like bird seed
Mix a little crack with some dirt weed
But i mob in my chicken coupe sittin on triple gold
With just today twenty chicken sold
And niggas love me cos i'm straight 205
And when i stay alive niggas put scrilla out for my life
You put a hit out on me, i put one out on you
You wanna murder who? slugs full of dirt for you
The underground villain, chicken seller
Slingin birds out the trunk, a 95 goodfella
Stayin under from these crooked-ass federalies
And leavin niggas who don't pay me shot up in the alley
Murderin swift and i'm quick up out the scenery
Showin you niggas what my scrilla really mean to me
Cos i'm addicted to the lley slingin chickens
Got me slingin in the shower, two birds every four hours
Watch my ass and i'm on another mail mission
Finna serve some more of that funky chicken

Yeah you know what i'm sayin
Straight mobbin and shit
About 30 ki's in the muthafuckin trunk
Niggas know what time it is
Knowmsayin
Yeah, you gotta watch your muthafuckin shit
Niggas will try to get you for your caine, nigga
You know the rules, nigga
Yeah, never understimate the other muthafucka's greed
Straight game
Yeah
And when you're rollin in your muthafuckin drop
Or whatever you're ridin in
Nigga, don't have the music up too goddamn loud
Cos muthafuckas'll ride up on you and straight
Shoot you in your muthfafuckin head and drag you up out your shit
They don't give a fuck if you're strapped or not, nigga
This lley game ain't no muthafuckin joke
Yeah
Just get in funk behind them chickens
Straight uncut peruvian flavor
Cookin chickens in the kitchen, nigga, like shake 'n bake
Call me chef ???
187000 g's

(theyre all gonna laugh at you)
(theyre all gonna laugh at you)
(hahahahahaha)
(theyre all gonna laugh at you)

Enter the mind of a sick nigga.
With bloody uzi clips,
Decapitated heads in baskets,
Closed caskets. murda on wax.
Nigga, thats what its all about,
Thats what you bought the muthafuckin tape for.
Murda on wax.
Redrum. on wax.
Nigga, i said, redrum, on wax.

Gotta get my prozac fore i go back
And murda these muthafuckas
Jumpin up out yo bushes in front a yo house with a tech nine
Leavin in yo spine a flurry a bullets
Its that killa s-p-i-c-e
A lot a these jealous muthafuckas they wanna murda me
But they cant fuck with that giggedy-giggedy-gangsta
The nigga thats leavin they muthafuckin body parts in dumpstas
Budda-bye-bye-bye feel them blood clot rastas
The niggaz who be out there slippin catch some buckshots to them head
Pullin up four deep in an old school caddy
Fully auto-maddy
Empty the clip, niggaz like paddy
In the alley, niggaz domes they cap
Pistol whippin muthafuckas, got some blood on my strap

(chorus)

What goes on in the mind of a sick nigga?
Them bloody bodies, face down in the dirty river
What goes on in the mind of a sick nigga?
Redrum, professinal gravedigga
What goes on in the mind of a sick nigga?
Them bloody bodies, face down in them dirty river
What goes on in the mind of a sick nigga?
187, professinal gravedigga

Im bailin up out the cut and niggaz they dont know what the fuck happened
Im laughin and blastin, rippin asses in half an
Street sweepin these niggaz up under the rug
Plug they ass, makin they hooptie blow up when they crash
Zonin out that hash
Face down, back open, hopin they aint no snitches scopin
Witnesses witness they own smokin
See it aint no joke and nothing funny
Bustin caps in yo ass like yosemite sam and bugs bunny
They all see my comin and then they fled
Im shootin these niggaz off in the backa they head
Blowin off they legs
Talkin shit while they dyin
Fuckin off they high an
Hollow points keepin these niggaz cold bodies fryin
I aint no stranger to this killin shit
You shoulda thought before you fucked with this nigga you was dealin with
You see i mobs through the ghetto smokin hash blunts
Stalkin game in the streets i grew up in
And when the shit get funky i just get on up
And blow your head off with a muthafuckin mac 10, bitch

Chorus

Youll be outta this muthafucka like ron goldman, chopped the fuck up
Aint no nigga livin alive that survived
And had me caught up in some bullshit
Now who you tryin to fuck up in the hustle
This 20 gaugell ripple your ass up like a can a ruffles
Im tryin to bubble like johnson and johnson
With one in the chamber up an i load this strap with a 45 thompson
And we gon see if all that shit is true
Comin up out the bay, guaranteed to be 187 proof
You see my bustin with one hand up on my nutsac
Departin domes yellin out whos the muthafuckin mac
Its that red infa, nigga with a hot temper
I got your funeral date set up for next september
You gon be deader than livin presidents
Cuz in a couple a secs your soul gon be checkin up outta its residence
Bodies stiff like christmas ornaments
Because the niggaz that a fuck with me bein mo funk than parliment

Chorus

You see i mobs through the ghetto smokin hash blunts
Stalkin game in the streets i grew up in
And when the shit get funky i just get on up
And blow your head off with a muthafuckin mac 10, bitch

Chorus

(nigga, what you thinkin bout?)

[ verse 1 ]
I'm lookin up out the barrel of a .45
Will a nigga survive
Or will these muthafuckas see me die
You see i'm livin in a society
Where soldiers breed
And you see murder 187 over hustlers greed
I told my homie to watch his fuckin back
While he blunted
I know some niggas that wanna kill him
For that five hundred
You see a murder from a street
My survival skills
Hand to hand or combat or even shoot to kill
Can't let these muthafuckas do you in this game man
Leavin cocaine in blood
Runnin down the street drain
They screamin yea but it ain't because they happy
I think they wanna cap me dome
Run in my happy home
And do me with the chrome
But ain't shit poppin
Cause you're sure to get your life tooken
I got niggas watchin my back
When even i ain't look at it

[ chorus ]
Survival
Survival
Only the strong can survive
Its called survival


[ verse 2 ]
You see its cold on these blood-thirsty streets nigga
You got to figure
Even these little muthafuckas packin triggas
That'll put you under
I heard the thunder of a .20 gauge
????? another nigga dead
And still don't make the front page
Nobody gives a fuck
You're on your own patna
Better pull some licks but don't jack me
Cause you get with this chopper
Make you spray yourself or ak yourself
If you don't know how much you're worth
You should have took your time and weighed yourself
Its 50/50 in the city when its life or death
You can take it
Or i could have my last breath
Its do or die
Die or do
Me and you
Which one will survive
When all the killin is through
Some niggas leavin dumb before they realize
The name of the muthafuckin game is survive nigga

[ chorus ]


[ verse 3 ]
Muthafuckas say that i'm a paranoid nigga
Because i'm strapped with the infrared and the mack 11
Everyday put a happy big face up in your 6 tray
????????? see who survive
Before you get off 2 shots
Nigga i'm gon get off 5
Cause i ain't the one to be the corpse
Up in this muthafucka
You know you're fuckin
With the original dead body chucker
Punk ass niggas can't get next to this
Dead o.g.'s be hautin my body like the muthafuckin exorcist
Run up on niggas dumpin they homies
Bodies up out they car
Its just some hardcore shit
Thats uncut and raw
We do the shit cause niggas can't understand
That everybody up on the block
Can't be the muthafuckin top man
Its scrilla for every nigga so strive
And you will be the nigga to survive

[ chorus ]

Verse one: spice-1

Born to die but hard to kill, a buh-buh-ballin ass timer
Blow a hole up in your chest like the fuckin una-bomber
Your arms still bleedin fifty feet from your body
Your 40 ounce threw way back to the other side of the party
You was fuckin with a killa, your potnahs tried to tell you
But you didn't listen, now your whole chest missin in action
Cause i'm kidnappin motherfucker's souls
Leavin holes in they bodies when they go
I pops out the motherfuckin chevy 350 ragtop
Still bustin down the fuckin block, the killin don't stop
We regulate the co-kayana in a hoggish manna
It's like you fuckin with the man-a, tony montana
We sent some killas, to murda all the ones you love
Chainsaw your motherfuckin ass up in the bathtub
Another murda, another fucked up day
Some more drama, fucked in the dirty bay

Chorus: spice-1

Sittin on the dock of the dirty bay, waitin for my yea)
I might have to use my ak
(repeat 2x, vary 3rd = that ak, repeat)

Verse two: spice-1

I back for these keys, if they ain't have me what they got (break yoself nigga)
I'm dealin these motherfuckers on top, sieze on the spot
Waitin another thirty minutes for these punk ass niggaz
And when they roll up and get out they ride
I'ma get out, you stay inside
And if you happen to see some killin nigga don't go into shock
Betta hop out with two chops tied together with your dirty socks
Cause livin up in the bay we gone have a split up in it
And your memory and corpse with shit up in it
Niggaz seein signs of overkill, yeah you did
But niggaz still kicked him in his motherfuckin head
But a cop with a donuts busted my choppa in the air
Niggaz can't fuck with these motherfuckin nightmares
Sellin keys and a half, some niggaz filled with slugs
And all the bodies drug, all the motherfuckin ditches dug
I bury paul, cuz i'm the pallbearer
Get your dome clapped in the dirty bay area

Chorus

Verse three: spice-1

I'm sick up in this game
I take no motherfuckin shorts, of course, i'm cappin
Leavin niggaz body parts collapsin
From the tech cuz i collect another killin
When i ride by do a drive-by domes either peelin
Bumpin up old school ep shit get off my ballzac
Sippin on that hennesey me and my g is to' back
See we don't be stress enough drama until the four chump
But we'll bring it to you and murda if you want some
Rollin up in caddies and dumpin out tinted windows
Put so much lead up in niggaz, use em for pencils
See can't be flossin this shit to make yourself look harder
It's like, throwin some bloody meat up in the water
Nigga, then you will never yourself a nice day
Cause these shark ass niggas'll gobble your ass up in the dirty bay

Chorus: repeat 3x

(*several coughs*) (*inhales*)

(intro)
Yeah, hahahaha, we's black again from the face down in the river huh, huh
Mark from tellin nigga jokes (oh shit, ain't about a bitch), yeah

(spice 1)
I got your mama up in the shoop of my hooptie, what should i do with the bitch?
I think i want to dump her in a ditch, cause i'm the kidnapper
Body-snatcher, witness killer, special deliver, from murder to your dough nigga
Open it up and you'll be starin right down a rarer, rarer desert eagle fo-fo
I'll split your flow it's time to bail, stick and move, dip and dive
It ain't no trace, just a bullet enlodged up in your fuckin face
I knew a nigga who always wore black
Said he was an o.g. player shot up some niggas with macks
Said he had a little drama with some high powered killers
And the nigga that watched his back, he said he'll give me some scriller
So he partied through the city, hittin party's and clubs
Cause these so called o.g. motherfuckers finally showed up
These bastards opened fire in the middle of the party
Blow to the blow and put my mack and aimed the legs and body (oh shit, god damn)

(chorus)
Kick to the tales of the niggas who got crept on
(punk ass motherfuckers)
(nigga, fuck that nigga, straightly smoked)
Kick to the tales of the niggas who got crept on
Kick to the tales of the niggas who got crept on

(spice 1)
I hit two niggas up in the ankle and one in the knee
Ain't nothin but the motherfuckin hog in me
So i's bail to my caddy with the triple gold bangers
Your crowd run on members, and still got one up in the chamber
I told my nigga to bring his slow ass on
Cause if he's stylin, the motherfuckers the other two won't be long
They comin, so hit the dirt and try to crawl to the villians (niggas)
These fools is some killers and i can see they really want this nigga
Musta fucked em on some paper or somethin sick
Whatever it is these niggas want to bury his dick
Got in the caddy and raced up out the drama scene
Looked like some gangsta shit you see up on the tv screen
But it ain't no cut, just actin live, niggas die
Drug related killers, switcher on time high
See real killers can be swept on
I'm kickin tales of the niggas who got crept on

(chorus)
(shit), kick to the tales of the niggas who got crept on
(go nigga, police lookin and shit nigga)
Kick to the tales of the niggas who got crept on
(fuck you doing nigga, firin up a joint, motherfuckin...)
Kick to the tales of the niggas who got crept on
(fuck is wrong with you?)

(spice 1)
We chopped it up, my partner had some love
50 g's to creep on the niggas that tried to kill us up that fuckin club
25 are threat and 25 are for the killin
For that kind of money i'll have the blood up on the fuckin ceilin
Now the slaughter is about to begin
Mini 14's, six homies and some motherfuckin mack 10's
Infra-red, silencer, i'll silence ya, cut off ya p-g-a and a massacre
Everybody, cause can't no nigga diss me
Niggas you sent to the club, with some motherfuckin pussy (pussy)
I'm feelin, hit the hospital straight do they ass
I took em down to his basement and then i stabbed his ass
Screams jumpin the night, the nigga never heard i kill with a routin
Even got him for a couple of birds
So then i creep up into the i-c-u, i see you livin too long
Nigga you crept on, your life gone

(spice 1)
Yeah nigga, got some shit just for you
Special motherfuckin can catch shit you on, uncut herion nigga
Straighten your motherfuckin bays nigga
Yeah nigga, you like this shit huh nigga, suffer nigga
Suffer motherfucker, yeah, take a good dose of the shit, nigga
Yeah, yeah nigga you feelin it huh, can't breathe, what you can't breathe
Somethin wrong what, what, huh, huh, what, what, huh, huh, huh, what
Oh, thought you said somethin, hahahaha...

Chorus:

Kill em all (4x)
Cause everybody dyin on this motherfuckin album
Kill em all (4x)
Don't kick up in the dirt when i'm puttin in work
Kill em all (4x)
Cause everybody dyin on this motherfuckin album

[spice 1]

I murda like this (this) i murda like that (that)
Pull an ak-47 up out my motherfuckin gangsta hat
Professional, columiban, necktie, barbwire
Strangula, over killa, dead fuckin body hanga
Peepin out the window with an a.k., pullin up on these copper
Helicoptas, squad cars, swat teams with choppers
They tellin me, "nigga, get the fuck out before ya die
If you surrender, we'll make sure that you quickly fry"
Should i kick open the door and go to war
Or should i stick my throat
Leave a pipe bomb and a fuck you note
Hallucinations of seein lynched bodies burnin
And all the po-po had faces like mark fuhrman
Tear gas through my glass window pane
They wanna put me back up in the nut house again
But i'm not goin back and take my prozac
They can keep the straight jacket
And leave a straight motherfuckin jack
A straight motherfuckin jack
A straight motherfuckin jack

Chorus

(get the hell off my dick, i'm 1990-sick)
(1990-sick) *repeat 4x*

[spice 1]
Nigga's to pull the lynch, yayo case and stick
Marcia clark screamin out murda, jumpin on oj's dick
Motherfuckers still sufferin and healin
Some high tech knowledga white boys blew up the fuckin fed buildin
Crazy niggaz still bangin and slangin crack
To the death, when the game put em up on they back
Motherfuckers catchin aids, from shootin hop
And phony niggaz still get sprayed up on the block
And i ain't changed much, hell
I'm still smokin four or five motherfuckin choppers before it's twelve
Motherfuckers think they know me, but they don't know
I'm sellin first class tickets to the murda show
Don't wanna rap about no nigga, let's get it on
Bustin domes, buck shots through your rib bone
So all you niggaz up in the magazines talkin shit
Get off my dick, i'm 1990-sick

Chorus

[mc eiht]
1990-sick, i grasp my dick
The lunatic quick to grab my tech
Put slugs up in your neck
Compton is the city where i come from
Desert eagle packin dum ditty ditty dum
I won't just smoke you
I be terrifyin horrifyin gyeah i'ma choke you
The killa niggaz on hop
We tear up your spot, eiht, spice, and my fuckin nigga pac
Don't cross my path, no class
I be like shit in your motherfuckin ass
Bullets i spit at you, your hood i slid through
Evil niggaz tryin to get rid of you
No witnesses so don't ask no questions
Flee the scene, one-time'll be arrestin
Killa niggaz don't play that
It's compton on no like your dome we stompin
But in that gang affiliation
Shit goes pop, we won't stop
Uhhh, in 1990-sick

Chorus: repeat 2x

(get the hell off my dick, i'm 1990-sick)
(1990-sick) *repeat 4x*

Fuck these snitches!
Spoken:
"yeah, you know. cause all i'm here to do is watch my ass. know what
I'm sayin'? that ain't my dope, that's chico's dope.
You know what i'm sayin'?
So what type of witness protection program you got for me?"

Chorus:
You keep tellin' all these coppers
I'm gonna hurt you 'till you bleed
All these niggas in my city, we put snitches six feet deep
Tattle-tellin' in the jail and niggas yellin' out your name
Tell them po-po all your business get you caught up in the game
Fuck these snitches!

Verse 1:
We got your partner in there since you was at the crime
That's how they get you to squeal, them motherfucker's lyin'
Nigga, stick with the program and you gonna be all right
But if you tell them i did it, i'm stickin' your ass tonight
They sayin' "six people saw ya" but i ain't sayin'
Shit 'till i meet with my lawyer
Blowin' smoke up my ass cause if i have to blast
I'm mobbin' the fuck out tha murder scene with the hockey mask
Lookin' like jason while them cops is chasin' me
Behind the wheel buckin', facin' l-i-f-e
Hittin' corners bailin', fish tailin' to the left
I heard the motherfuckin' blast shatter out the back
They wanna screw me, do me and have me fucked up
Put a young g in the system and have me sucked up
In the prison block but i ain't goin' there
So if you tell on me nigga, you be my hoe in there
See i do dirt all up on my lonely cause niggas phoney
Givin' up the info on murders and snitchin' on they homies
Puttin' lead up in these loud mouth bitch niggas
So say what up to the motherfuckin' snitch killa

Chorus

Verse 2:
See, where i'm from motherfuckas live and let die
Snitch killa, the real nigga s-p-i
I'm droppin' shells on a bitch
See they do a lick with a nigga and get him tellin' and shit
I can't stand it when a nigga think he sick in the game
Tell everybody who be gafflin' for some bitches and fame
I'm gonna blast in the window, indo jack
Got me puttin' snitches up on they motherfuckin' back
Puttin' hollow up in your head, runnin' in your home
Leave these motherfuckers sleepin' with their house lights on
Finna kill this snitch ass nigga before my homie go to court
We tied him to the back of a motherfuckin' super sport
Doin' donuts with his ass tied to the back of the car
Bringin' them terror, the burier, coffin carrier
See niggas die when they testify
You better get your punk ass up there and straight lie
They caught your ass up in the hooptie with 3 ki's
Now you out on bail and all you gave 'em was 2 g's
You ain't playin' nobody, go get your vest nigga
Be on the look out for the motherfuckin' snitch killa

Chorus

Spoken:
"like i was sayin' mister ociffer. you know what i'm
Sayin'? i can tell you
Where he keep his dope. i can tell you where he stay.
I can tell you where
He get his braids done."

Verse 3:
Niggas be talkin' upon that straight killa
He ain't in jail cause he snitched on that other nigga
Now his freedom is gone and you can count on it
If you ever in quentin you gonna be tagged snitch
They gonna have to seperate the men from the women
A lot of snitches in the pen turn straight feminine
And get they ass took
See, only real niggas slide with us
You gonna be snitchin' motherfucker you can't ride with us
Because we sure to do some heavily incriminating shit
Like pullin' licks and pushin' chickens for the fuck of it
Ain't no tellin' in my crew cause everybody guilty of somethin'
That's why we wound up, we all dumpin'
And the nigga who don't blast, he get sucked and swallowed
Threw out the hooptie when it's still rollin'
He ain't dead yet but if he tattle on a nigga
He gotta tangle with this motherfuckin' snitch killa

Chorus

Spoken:
"ok now mister ociffer, now what it gonna be? you know
What i'm sayin'?
I gotta get up on outta here, know what i'm sayin. i
Need a house in the bahamas,
You know what i'm sayin', you know i got two kids. you
Know i just wanna be
Protected in this motherfucker. you know what i'm
Sayin'? can i get this on
Paper? it's like i was just tryin' to watch my ass.
You know what i'm sayin',
Like i was safe."
"no!"
"shit! damn! i just wanna be protected in this
Motherfucker. shit! i didn't
Do it, spice did everything."

The number you have reached 4x

[ verse 1 ]
We used to piss on the floors in the bathroom
In elementary
I never thought you'd end up in the penitentiary
Readin these letters you've sendin me
Sippin hennesey watchin my back for enemies
They wanna see me burried
I heard you had to put some work in
When you got there
Don't wanna rott there
Heard niggas plot there
So what you're doin bout 5 to 10
Collect for robert green from the federal pen
Nigga what you do to get yourself in jail
He said i'm fightin double murder
25 with an l
Can you help me with my lawyer
I'm gettin kinda broke
Good girl gone bad
Niggas got smoked
Can't talk too much about it on the phone
Po-po'd listen peep game
Your ass'd never come home , see
Damn you can't escape the drama
Don't be stressin imma give the scrilla
To your baby momma
I seen your baby boy and he's doin o.k.
Lil' playa lookin more and more like you everyday
Yeah
You just keep pumpin that iron and watch your back
Up on the main line
I make sure that your family's doin fine
Comrads since the age of 3
And i know my patna will do the same for me
Collect from the pen

[ chorus ] 3x
They are dialin 1-800-c-o-l-l-e-c-t
Straight from the state penitentiary

They are dialin 1-800-c-o-l-l-e-c-t
From the federal penitentiary

[ verse 2 ]
They are dialin 1-800-c-o-l-l-e-c-t
It's dollar bill susanville collect for me
Said he was glad that i'm in the rap game
Cause in the concrete zoo you livin life like the crap game
We used to be 2 lil' bad ass kids
Reminiscin on the dirt that we did
Back in the day we had to stick together , man
Gettin the hustle on in any type of weather , man
Takin the turns
While we used to keep watch out for the cops
Never no squabble we was compromisin tradin knots
Said he was seein all the homies up inside stressin
Havin suicidal thoughts over lifes lessons
My people was tryin to call and see if i'm in home yet
With hella niggas in the back yellin phone checks
( get out the phone befo' you get stole on )
They send my patna to the hole again
Before the conversation even began
Collect from the pen

[ chorus ]


[ verse 3 ]
Hello you reached the east bay gangster s-p-i-c-e
Well its the homie from the federal penitentiary
What you have doin black
You call your momma back
She's stressin hard as you off where you at
I seen your sendin pictures with your yokes on
Braided hair with them crazy black locks on
Mad dog and ?? hog throwin up the hood
Be right here smokin broccoli with me if you could
Peep this
My little patna been in jail so long
That he ain't even thinkin bout comin home
You got the only family that he know besides
His momma in the pen with him
And all the oldschool comrads is in with him
I didn't have to ask him what he pulled them licks for
You get them pictures that i send you of my '64
Yeah , you know the one we always used to ride in
The one them suckers try to run up on the side in
We strapped quick as soon as he tried to get in
Never forget the dirty work you put in
Collect from the pen

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You stupid muthafucka !!