The low forces they shut it it and judge it 
The load they speak it out, the low they matter 
Gotta hold it, ooh the strangers come here 
Sit down on your knees 
We’ll looking on, no matter these are mean 
He will touch real staks 
That will say, let you extreme 
And the danger to his wife 
That we may see it 
Roll on road and in line will be nothing 
And they put you both to rich
How justfy the crime that you get 
Wanna plug and they cut the ..of devil 
And the grass drive his style...
And then these are hit 
With all your high, you risk all the sign 
To the high style, you’ll be hit with that 
They hold me down, they know for sure that 
Another real and stop us for trick 
They’ll be shop, I blow up for it 
Now all is good, blues are quikly 
Now, we are real, and we blowing wild 
Of a crown, the rollies deep down 
And that sheavy be in the moment 
And the way you look to they 
And the way you look to they 
Got us under stress 
That’s the way you look to they 
You guessing what they say 
Where would they be at 
They rise all in this