"Nigga, the west gon' be cool as long as my mic's on, yeah, ya'll some highpriced clones, skinny jeans, necklace full of light bright stones, I pull up in your lane in a tight white throne, and get my sideswipe on, you tumble down the hill, I'm yellin' bye, bye homes, take some shots with ya, I ignite my chrome, don't pass the torch, I will light my own." - Crooked I
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