Ay yo we ran the spots Had to rain the shots, crack pots Still had the hammers hot Blow out your candle, my shower shoes Louie sandals Peace lord, drop the razors at Diego's spot My shooter got his face stuck in a yayo block (sniff) Face numb, spray drum since day one Take you off the surf from under the Sun Rib shot make him do a somersault Scratch the serial numbers off My rich fiend tryin to buy another jaw Pay my shooter for a body, killed two more by mistake Ordering Pharrel Moët bottles by the case Pour it on the ground for Chine Gunn, Bakin, Dip, Pric