Down that dirt road

Way down this dirt road with wash board ruts

Is A run down dark home that's where you score drugs

Catch me and a few others that were born up

Getting torn up

In these ways and know not of a life without it

The way the product weighs and the money's counted

Mounds and piles of ounces and pounds

Stacked into mountains

Honey jars filled with nug run all dripping out it

We dont Take brakes. its all gas

If ya ass tries to palm that without pay its ball bats

Busted glass and 4 flats

Best call a cab. If you can afford that

Its like the wild west I smell a rat...(where is he? Five ol ?! Where are you Five ol?)

I can still hear the voices of our rivals

Quick to hit the line 911 calling five o

Earlier was bout it bout it ready to die doe

Trembling hand over thier bibles knowing only god knows will they make it home or is it this road they gonna die on

Throughvthese beer goggles

Kicking up gravel every place that I go

hear us before you see us cuz the knock bro

Vibrate the water out the pot holes

Baggies and empty pill bottles

A place not even the cops go

if ya do dont let pa know

cus nothing in that pond float

He dont play neither do I doe

These fist come with the combo

Cheesy ass need to save that beef for ya nachos

three cinder blocks that guide ya up to the spots door

First block , cracked the middle bobbles third rocks in wobble

If ya not careful youre liable

to end up in the hospital

Its like the wild west I smell a rat...(where is he? Fievel?! Where are you Fievel!?)

I can still hear the voices of our rivals

Quick to hit the line 911 calling five o

Earlier was bout it bout it ready to die doe

Trembling hand over thier bibles knowing only god knows will they make it home or is it this road they gonna die on