Colt 45 Rider, road all night You – or your lie 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 Wallahi I say ‘ayy gyal’ like a yardie I can do so much with this paper Boy, you'd think I learnt origami Point me to the party Big joint like I'm Marley Enjoying it calmly Avoid me if you're jarring Check this I need 20 on the guest list I need Henny on the rider Let Kelly and her friends in Spending Every penny that I left with ‘Everything get lock arff’ If I see enemies in my section Death wish Who’s got a death wish? I can make that wish come true I’m the red genie and I’m horrendous Jafari Don’t ‘hi’, ‘hello’ or ‘wha gwan’ me I go anywhere in the world But I wouldn’t go Carni Draw out Gotta bring the sword out Even if you get away when you-when you’re there I bet feds kick your door down But if man played “Aaa – Aaa” At Rampage You can bet that will get torn down