Fuck Bart, what the fuck dude?
Oh, Nelly
Bart, Bart
Ah, Jesus
Hit up with the 1-9

Shot, shot
Parking lot
Open up the candy drop
Meet me up
Meet me there
Meet em’ with that rotten stare
Slimy nose, slimy dude
You know how that Texas do
Yeah, with a rotten nose
Yeah, with a rotten nose
Yeah, with a rotten nose
Yeah, with a rotten nose
Picture perfect painting
Lack of understanding man
Ten toes out
Ten to ten toes down
Whose that
Let me catch a word
Then lеt me catch a pound
Whose that
The third еye waking up
The third eye going off
Third eye
Third eye
Third eye, in the uh
Uh, drip drip
Drip stay coming
Ten pointy rocks
And they all feel funny
Heat off the pot
Heat, heat out the rock
Heat till the powder
Blow, blow to the snot
Bring it home
Run road runner
Cold, cold gunner
Feet of a rabbit
Yea, you ain’t so lucky
So much to do, so much to see
So meet me down
In the backstreet
Here we go
An alley in So Cali
Ain’t the valley of the death
But bring a little money
And the setting will be set
Running out at dark
Got me asking for the light
And I might go dummie
If she might blow right
Pimp over simp
Till it’s owned, not rent
We can bring the rookie out
We can go for a fifth
Whose that
The third eye waking up
The third eye going off
Third eye
Third eye
Third eye, in the uh
Whose that
Picture perfect painting
Lack of understanding man
Yea yea, Shh
Crash endow, at an up-tempo
Little limbo
Till I can’t see a soul
Gold fist fold that they ain’t fit for
Li - limbo
Chop ten toes
Do what you want
When they all sell dope