Rockin’ a pair of Charlie Sheens gnarly jeans, dried tiger blood along the seams
Cause a scene, somebody call an ambulance
Shorty’s ass made my gun bust while I was doin the hammer dance
I ain’t feel a thing, body numb from the coke and weed
Plus I popped a couple perkys, washed it down with some potent lean
look down at my pants thinking shorty on her period
She look at me like “No, you got shot point blank. Period”
I can’t believe I’m hearin’ this, somebody call Ripley up
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