[Intro]
Worker 1: "Hey! Where's my truck!"
Worker 2: "Huh? You just drove it outta here didn't you?"
Worker 1: "WHAT?"
Spike: (Driving truck while whistling.)
[Verse 1: Cowboy Izu]
Step in the facility, hand on my co*k
Hawaiian shirt, night pants, and some crocs
50 Swats, auto rifles, hard as rock, the only weapon is luck and some bu*ter in a sock
And they cursors on lock
'Zuna didn't knock
Barge in, Art of War, cause carnage, walk -
To walk, start beatin' they a**es, the ma**es
f**ing dropping them like newborn babies, take em' to cla**es
Snoop for clues cause I got
Money to cop
Pop officials in they mouth till the bosses come - Stop
Apathetic to b**hes don't wanna talk
Neither does she cause she pointing deux Glocks
Post mortem stare, deduced it's a gawk
Pipe long and she aroused that I swept the whole flock
Shock her with French kick box kicks, she blocked
I adore a chick that can throw it but n***as want his guap
[Interlude]
Spike: "I love the kind of woman who can kick my a**."
[Verse 2: Muhmm Rah]
I drift often
Off in cement coffins
You spit lozenge
s**
And you slick coughing
Wrist throbbing
Lip top singed
Wits off
But he Gucci like brick squadron
Chips on him
Competition is few to us
Instrumentals brutus'em
DOOM ya doolums
With toons he'll bust
Losing trust
In the cut
Like we brusing up
Ku klux clutching these mother f**ers we rude and stuff
Hang all hopes with the same ropes we used to jump
Skip to the noodle shop for some juice and lunch
Prove we stuck jotting top contraband
n***as patience tryna cop a gram
Watch ya nostrils man
In a few we'll be locking up concert bands
We concocting sonnets that topping
Our squad conquer - damn