die to spit flames Spit fireballs, spit volcanoes Spit molotovs at popstars, exploding bombs under cop cars Arms dealers that I met I bought nerve gas
from choppin' the third Now I'm sitting at the light with ten pounds of herb Uh oh, there they go, the Red Dogs swerve Jumped out, "Man, damn, they got nerve
leaving ya on the next plane Sorry I left the ice pick in your brain Work and no play [ ] New jacks steal, and it's a nine to the skull Red-red-redbone
choppin' the third Now I'm sitting at the light with ten pounds of herb Uh oh, there they go, the Red Dogs swerve Jumped out, "Man, damn, they got nerve
Verse 1: A couple acres, on the outskirts A little fenced in piece of red dirt And the banker had his pen out He said "sign here", I kinda freaked out