Creek beds
Senquernized like chrome on a cross
Feel the drizzle I just bought a pistol
It’s a crime to call the Laws on me
I got all these squaws on me
They don’t question me when they call me
I take em out to fahls each week
They buy some Nikes to put on my kids feet
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