Rollin' in the Chevy,
hand on my Glock.
Lookin' for the Mexicans
sellin' on my block.

They think they hard
and dressin' fly.
takin' money out my pocket
now it's time for them to die!

Cruizin' down Century,
to Cimmaron & Haas,
when I spot the muthafuckas
'round Jesse Owens Park.

Ty got a shotgun,
Griz an HK,
we step out the Chevy
and start blastin' away!

The *****'s start droppin'
to the BANG! BANG! BANG!
Blastin' holes in they chest
ain't none got away!

That's the way it is
and how business get done.
Sellin' rock on this block,
will getcha chokin' on a Glock!