puto dance to this, so catch this rola homie, and grab the pistola homie, ride, ride from
side to side, south side pride mansion now I'm fucking out another crazy ass chick that's
on the road, sitting on chrome looking for some hoes, we bobbing, and the hits keep bobbing,
climbing us a hundred and I burned out, god said stop in, see some socas in a blazer,
remember them putos some play your haters, and you know I can be faded lover, ain't nothing
for them jacket money, so keep the loose shirt, and over your ears and your bitch to the one
and only assassin, and to the hyenas that keep making, so pass yourself, who's the motherfucking
word, who's the motherfucking shirt, the slot, the script, no one else counting,
aka Capone, and I keep it fucking bouncing, bouncing, side to side, giving it up to the
day we fucking die, don't ask why, cause we ride all day, stuck in the lots of California,
not a straight bound, we send, side to side, giving it up to the day we fucking die, don't
ask why, and I'm sitting on chrome, what's my motherfucking name, Capone,
tick tock, talking to the left, it's about 9 30, hit the 7 11, got my zigzags, and a bottle
of Bacardi, hit the strip properly, looking for a part 10, rolling, in my homies ride,
bouncing up and down, straight side to side, do a motion, and we're close to non -stop,
pop drop the top, and let me run us on the spot, oh, and you know I guess to get up on
and win, with a grin, bring it to the holiday end, then again, maybe give a welcome to the
gang, which was symmetry messaging, for the little virgin searching, but I'm working to
get up in the skirt, and listen to be learned, if you're scared go to church, ain't too pop,
but all eyes on me, bouncing for the homie, the one and only Capone, bouncing, side to side,
giving it up to the day we fucking die, don't ask why, cause we ride all day, stuck in the
lots of California, not a straight bound, we send, side to side, giving it up to the day we
f*****g die, don't ask why, and I'm sitting on chrome, what's my motherfucking name, Capone,
Capone, Capone, we love you pimp daddy, give a little anyways, and I'll back up in my candy,
have me and grab me, but please don't come close, cause I'm a tougher fucker than I love the pose,
really though, so let, let, let, let's bounce again, cause it ain't over till it's over,
till I hit the fucking pen, and again, once again, I hit that lane and strip,
little dreamers on the side, so Capone, you'll never skip, yo, so mirror, mirror on the wall,
the biggest people on fire, made the gangsta that bars, all smaller,
bro, the creep across the entire, baby, don't like Mack more, I'ma drop my drugs, pause,
hit you with that Rolex one time, got my pistol on the south, south side, till I die,
what, that's why my competition, I be clowning, I keep out of sync, Capone, I keep on fucking
bouncing, bouncing, side to side, giving it up to the day we fucking die, don't ask why,
cause we ride all day, stuck in the lots of California, not a straight bound, we send,
side to side, giving it up to the day we fucking die, don't ask why,
and I'm sitting on chrome, what's my mother fucking name, Capone,
bouncing, side to side, giving it up to the day we fucking die, don't ask why,
cause we ride all day, stuck in the lots of California, not a straight bound,
we send, side to side, giving it up to the day we fucking die, don't ask why,
And I've said and I've grown, what's my motherfuckin' name?
Kaboom!
