Here we go. Wooo. Wooo. Wooo. Wooo. Wooo. Wooo. Wooo. Wooo. Wooo. Wooo. Wooo. Wooo. Wooo. Wooo. Woooo. Wooo. Wooo. Wooo. Wooo. Wooo. Wooooo. Wooo. Wooo. Wooo. Wooo. Wooo. Wooo. Wooo. Wooo. Woo. Wooo. Wooo. Wooo. Wooo. Wooo. Never mind the tone when I told pity Tony. Listen to my tone, you ain't catchin' you a Tony. A war when they walk, when you runnin' when it's shiny. Why you runnin' from us? Why you missin' with us? We ain't got no guns, we just let the bears witness. It's a grizzly, maybe polar. You ain't ready, you ain't ready, ready, roll up. Pull up machete, cut the bamboo paper. Let's roll out, baby. Ninth grade, had the shingles off the suede to raincoat jacket. Ball sling flow, Bronx is only Django. Say I'd be a golfer star, but that's where my pops go. That's where my pops went. See, my percentage is dependent to the planet. Knock it out the ballpark, crank it. I should not tie this tie to a metal log. Let the wings spread. It'll always come back, baby. Come back, she like black, baby. I'm comin' back flat, black paint on the Chevy. I'm comin' back flat, black paint on the Chevy.