They see me rollin' They hatin' Patrolin' They try'n catch me ridin' dirty... try'n catch me ridin' dirty try'n catch me ridin' dirty try'n catch me ridin' dirty try'n catch me ridin' dirty My music so loud I'm swingin' They hopin' That they gon' catch me ridin' dirty' gon' catch me ridin' dirty' gon' catch me ridin' dirty' gon' catch me ridin' dirty' gon' catch me ridin' dirty' I'm so gangsta its un-be-freaking-leivable
You need the visine of reality manette, it's like a daydream about never nver land and a side of who knows what served on a dish the corporate bigwigs don't even wnat you to see because it would blow the whole french fried apple pie tommorow minded marsuopals into the next page of the last chapter of a tye dyed comic book. like.
it means the bickertwins are goin to sleep. if you guys need more drama, your gonna have to create it yose'f!