Testi:
M O P Get The Fuck Outta Here

Get the fuck outta here! [Fame] Where the fuck are your morals homey? [Will] Get the fuck outta here! [Fame] Where the fuck is your balls at? [Fame] We

want it cuz we thuggin over here Pure, uncut, raw butter over here [Yukon] Yo you see the game getting better this year They done put P with Afficial something better in here I'm

Nobody left around Nobody left around And I'm runnin outta bud I'm runnin outta bud I'm runnin outta bud I'm runnin outta bud I'm runnin outta bud I gotta

homeboy. I'm fittin' to go home cuz.) Please take me back home, (You know what I'm sayin'?) to Mississippi. (I got my Greyhound ticket right here, man. I'm

the bed I'm puttin two inside his head And I'm outta there, on my feet again We are never to meet again Till I'm payin for my sins Now I'm rockin boardbed

I'm gettin' closer and closer to the T-O-P I'm H-O-T, bitches say I'm a D-O-G I'm on surveilance all day be the S-P-D's In my heart I feel, fuck the police

yeah [B-S-P = Blood Stone Pirus, I-G = Inglewood (Family) Gang H-2-O = Water Front Piru, A-P = Avenue Pirus H-P = Hawthorne Pirus, B-B-P = Butler Block

smoke 'em, open 'em up And your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck I'm still runnin' from feds, ? all the disrespect But I won't get cut and

P-I-M-P I keep it fresh man, real fucking fresh im talking fresher than fabreeze will ever fucking get P-I-M-P The way I fucking dress, you know I gotta