Black shade over my window So no light get through Im happy sitting in my dark room Im bout to roll a blunt soon Smoke it with the homies We clearing out all the phonies Im type to ride up on a ponyta Use flame charge right at ya Im burn you to crisp All the fools hollering crips Need to get a grasp of reality All the fools shouting blood Mustve smoked some laced bud It dont matter theyre all gonna fall And all you gonna hear is a thud Cop or thug They all bleed the same Label me as insane Tell everyone Im in gang Diamond Street Mafia We the one that be robbin ya I aint talking Night Wing But when the sun set I become a fiend So yes indeed it is true I wanna go down in history I want future generations to know about me I might just assassinate The president so tell me What do you think, mate? If I get caught theres no release date Oh well I dont care Either way ima go to hell
ponyta, thud, fool, assassinate, clearing