| Black Chevelle on dem blades boy
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| Dark shades leather jacket like I’m Blade boy
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| Chopping thru my city like what’s the focus boy
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| I come thru wit open doors
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| 6 by 9's thru these door panels make a bunch a noise
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| I’m mobbing on these back streets and city blocks
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| Middle finger to every cop
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| Chevy block engines, everything is heavy stocked
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| I’m in my sweat pants, the car dancing
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| I make that bitch do the wop
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| Mannn, I’m losing my religion
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| Got these angels on my shoulders and they telling me to listen
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| I just blast this Alpine and get lost in my system
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| They telling me it’s devil music and demons have imprisoned
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| My mind body and soul and I’m traveling down Hell’s road
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| And I just left skid row, this strap got no Velcro
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| So I’m down for whatever, whenever, wherever
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| Anyway to the hell I go, you think I’m scared, here’s your answer
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| Hell no |