Da Rockwilder

Oh my God, oh my
GodMicrophone checka, swingin sword lecture
Closin down the sector, supreme neck protector
Better warn em kid,
Mr. Meths a boiling pot
About to blow his lid from the pressure, too hot for
TVFor cheesy, too many wanna be hard be easy
Its all an together, going all out together
It dont take much to please me
Still homes
Im never satisfy like the stones
We dont condone bitin see them skull and crossbones
Protecting what
Im writing
Dont clash with the
Titan who blast with a license
To kill rap reciting
Come on, in the zone with ya nigga from the group home
Tical, fuck your lifestyle
Put your lights out
Get the shit to crackin got you feelin with your pipes out
Time for some action, surfin the avenue
Mad at you, where
I used to battle crews
Back when
Antoinette had that attitude
Cover me Im going in, walls closing in
Got us bustin off these pistols
My niggas got issues, again, same song
Armed with the mega bomb
Blow you out the frame and then
Im goneYo,
I was going too but we roam, cellular phones
Doc-Meth back in the flesh, blood and bones
Dont condone, spit bank loans and homegrown
Suckers break like turbo and ozone
When I, grab the broom , moon-walk platoon hawk my goons bark
Leave you in a blue lagoon lost, true
Three nines and a glove with
Nasu he dying in the car
While we behind on the bars
Haters dont touch, what?
Weigh us both up
Now my neighbor dope up
Got the cable hooked up, all channels
Lift my shirt all mammals
You ship off keys and we ship grand pianos
Sawed off shotgun hand on the pump, sippin on a forty
Yo smokin on a blunt
Bust my gun and red and
Meth gettin jumped
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Yeah, come on, red and
Meth gettin jumped
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la