Songtexte:
Max Rock Glass

ya'll still drivin 50 rockets nigga don't knock it but you need to stop it top notch shit I used to cop bricks rock it up an chop like La-Bobbitt pushin

of the above I attack the microphone like Jack Ripper Real for stacks, leaving kids no headroom like Max Try to react, but you were never calm And never

like Evander, seventy-seven slow Thanks to Taebo, I'm thirty-two and O When I catch a knock out bitches bring the cops out Two for five spots, I tear the rocks

we buyin' estate, yo Pull out them burners and front, where I'm from Better shoot somethin', if not, niggas won't salute nothin' Corner filled chains and Gucci glasses

Check the muck out When metal maggot's borough in Promised Land vein division I tug my friend down to my astigmatism Low Bro Packs and rows, Max a

Diologue: Oh, shit, god damn, I almost hit that little punk rock kid Aw shit, god damn, what's happening here? Damn helicopters And all I saw was some

like Evander seventy-seven slow Thanks to Taebo, I'm thirty two and O When I catch a knock out bitches bring the cops out Two for five spots, I tear the rocks

yo Pull out them burners and front, where I'm from Better shoot something, if not, niggas won't salute nothing [Raekwon] Corner filled chains and Gucci glasses

turn off, sit back and let the hip-hop relax me Some guy drops his drink and the whole crowd's yelling taxi Max checks the bartender's arse as she cleans up the glass