Yeah, like swoosh Now how ya like me now Yeah, and we smoke that kush Yeah, that kush Yeah, and we ball like swoosh Yeah, now how ya like me now Got the shit goin' till six Press a button, watch the motherfucker do tricks

Yeah-eeh, yeah-eeh, yeah-eeh, yeah yeah My best friend's brother is the one for me B-F-B, B-F-B My best friend's brother, my best friend's brother A punk rock drummer and he's six foot three I don't want to but I want to 'Cause I just can't get him out

Bang your head! Metal health will drive you mad! Yeah ah arr! And I'm an axe grinder, pile driver Mama says that I never, never mind her Got no brains, I'm insane The teacher says that I'm one big pain I'm like a laser, six string razor

Christine (Christine), sixteen (sixteen) Christine sixteen, Christine sixteen Christine, yeah (Christine), yeah, yeah Christine (Christine), yeah, yeah, yeah She's got me dizzy, she sees me through to the end She's got me in her hands and there's no use

Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major Lord be my savior, uh Major! Hell motherf***in' yeah This one goes out to my n**** Mike Coolin', hell yeah Mama raised a hellrazor, born thuggin' Heartless and mean, muggin' at sixteen On the scene watchin'

Little hottie swingin' up in the swing No cover charge, get in for free Chillin' on a back porch, oh yeah Them good ol' boys pickin' six string Woah oh oh, leave your trouble at the door Woah oh oh, chillin' on a back porch No last call, let's party on

In my bank account, yeah (oh God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God) I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M's in my bank account, yeah (oh God) I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah

When I hop out his new six Fresh in some new shit Damn, she is too thick, who is this? Yeah I'm his new bitch I'm his new bitch And I'm spending his new cash Few trips, new bags Damn, she is too bad Oh you mad?

The land of opportunity where everybody stay Welcome to LA The girls are pretty, sun will shine three-hundred-sixty days But I don't always feel that way, today I need some gray Yeah, uh, please protect my soul before they weather it away I just told

(Wheel it!) Yeah (Six!) Murda on tha beat so it's not nice That’s Baka, he's a no-long-talker Quick to let the motherfuckin' TEC slam We don’t need to hear about a next man Youts talk down, then they get ran Left them, get dipped from the whole ends