The Big One

You know, you know, you know who it is Gwallaa Gwalllaa Gwallaa Gwallaa too much of it , we ain't got enough though, you know what I'm saying

Uh,

Riding in the backseat, micro draco I be sliding it where a nigga say I can't go

Money on his head like a motherfucking kangoo Red dot on his face like a cherry tomato

Spin through his street, wrecking shit like tornadoes

Wiggin' my nigga thought I was coocoo

Opps dying, back to back shit like some Voodoo No Snakes the militia not looking for new troops

Uh, top shottaa, not running from no one

Four choppas with me trying to blow something

If I get locked tell the feds, I don't know nothing