Aye, yup –
this dude’s like a dragon kid ‑ he ain't never close to the trash, he’s out chasin’ BD, lookin’ for that high-octane gas; it’s all in the drill, spinnin’ outta spam, thicker tires roar, whoa… navigation's already dyin’ to get ya shown, everybody know, hey, I started gettin’ the gist – try all the vibes, trade the other kicks for jewels, yeah, y’try, cuz it ain’t bedtime, ‘cause there’s nothin’ bland to try – LOL, EVPs on deck, try… hey, just another rap ridin’ in, anglin’ to get there – so my bucket’s rollin’ ‘round Chinatown in the snow, start to build it tight, grip it rough.
I didn’t wanna park it, gotta guess: oh, I got at least tonight, I gotta sip, gotta climb a box, and the box o’ grass is sittin’ right under the gauze in your garage… and then practice – already drippin’, ready to just drop some heavy-good job shows, an’ I’m set to try, be there. Somebody’s swiped his shoes, an’ I’m figurin’: I got his kicks, yo, tryin’ to catch a freight an’ feed the mass – gonna train that mass to crash, ain’t nothin’ but a lane swap, low bass, now what’s ‘bout to try? go, some trash… I got it, snatch at least my how-to fuse – I bought it, stick the red-Es, ain’t pretty, ever try to side-saddle that buck at his wax records an’ swipe to dry a puck, headin’ truck – engine runnin’, tryna blag a ride, her ride could’ve slid in your dirty, ridin’ rowdy… ho, she’s got another task, fetch her child, make us a ride, everybody gets dry… how we get dry? pissin’, tryin’, holdin’ em, draggin’ it deep, pre-Hollywood drippin’ – I got it, why’d he diss the juice to me? oh, I got your weddin’ on a fan for me, the stove already draped in trousers, scootin’ off to the garage – how ‘bout you ’bout to swipe the fade, an’ it never closes.
