Cruizin in my Camero
The stereo is blazin
I peel around the corner and I head down the block
When I get to the light
I sez, "PASS THE ROCK!"
I sees a fight in progress
And I jump out of tha car
Three whites vs. a black
I put those crackers back on track
I whip on their asses
And what do I see?
Six big, ugly assed bikers comin out of a bar, runnin towards me
I think to myself, "They must be friends."
So I jumps back inta my car
And we speeds away
I wonda whaddya happened if Izs was ta have stayed
Looks like I'm about to finds out
Cuz I see deez fags comin my way
I slam on da breaks and I makes a quick turn
One of them skids out and has road burn
Down to 5 chasin me in a hot pursuit
1 checks on his friend
Now it's down to four, so my runnin must end
I pull over to the side cuz 4 vs. 3 is a little more even
But they, ride past me, now those punks are leavin
You best be believin that I was sorta ticked
I was lookin for a fair fight
And now those prickless dicks are outa sight
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