[Verse: Ghetts]
Colt 45
Rider, road all night
You owe your life
Thank god you got home all right
I heard you what you said
Pussyhole, no more lies
Don’t think you’re rough
You’re butterflying some bogle guy
I’m wicked and bad
Come through swinging a bat
You wanna fight with your fist and feet?
Rudeboy, visit Japan
This go clickety clack
And I don’t mind flicking the shank
I ain’t got a number for Mark Morrison
But I’m ringing the Mac
Look around me
Nothing but real niggas around me
One two or white gyal
Three or four lighties
Five or six darkies
Seven or eight brownings
Drink Magnums everyday
But that don’t make us alchies
Colt 45
Rider, road all night
You owe your life
Thank god you got home all right
I heard you what you said
Pussyhole, no more lies
Don’t think you’re rough
You’re butterflying some bogle guy
I’m wicked and bad
Come through swinging a bat
You wanna fight with your fist and feet?
Rudeboy, visit Japan
This go clickety clack
And I don’t mind flicking the shank
I ain’t got a number for Mark Morrison
But I’m ringing the Mac
Look around me
Nothing but real niggas around me
One two or white gyal
Three or four lighties
Five or six darkies
Seven or eight brownings
Drink Magnums everyday
But that don’t make us alchies
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