| You don’t gotta dial no 911 |
| It’s a kid, the premise is that the sun go down |
| Trunk full of dope, break it down while you |
| Whenever the people inbound |
| Don’t flaunt 'cause I want it (Want it) |
| They there, therefore I was on it |
| Hopped up in the Buick, regal smokin' while I’m rollin' |
| Rolling down the window, wait, my mental just caved-in today |
| I’m starvin' in the driver seat, I got to blow they brains away |
| Slackin' on my everyday, he died and now he heaven’s gates |
| I wish there was a simple way, mayhaps there is a different way |
| I ponder while I wonder through my castle with a blunt to bake |
| No longer could I conquer the henious shit that my mind had to say |
| I see shit in a different light, not shrouded in a misty haze |
| Sittin' atop the mountain, all alone while lightnin' strikin' hay |
| «BONES why you feel that way?"(What? What?) |
| It feels better when I hide away (Ok, ok, ok) |
| «BONES why you feel that way?"(What? What?) |
| It feels better when I hide away (Ok, ok, ok) |
| Steppin' back in the action, crowbar in there crackin' |
| I’m comin' through the attic (attic) |
| I put the burner to his back and |
| «Pow», make him vanish |
| Neighbors panic |
| Police now en-route |
| I’m too cashed to face the truth (Ah) |
| Stick 'n' move, stick 'n' move |
| All I got’s to got’s to do |