Death Theory

Good evening. Yo, Yo, that you can't it. And we just dealin' With cocksuckers. Now I can't get out the-- I a little toke for jigga, sss, Representin' my brothers and sisters. It's how we feel. My people dig it when We mobbin' the top. I'm bangin' like a heavy mob. I trip, I the jazz. Sss, shit live until the f-f-f-f-f-fuckin' day. Like I said, I'm an S. I got to lick you like a wet. I got to hit my-- I got it right. It's rugged, funky style. I tell it is. Two step high niggas, the Color of our skin. Stick It out the pop the S so I Can Bend to a--