Blood of my blood
flesher then flesh
all of these people gettin down like this, we original

nobody dat play
a sweeter type of sugar
like the rythyme naughty bass

and if your gettin cold
grab your sweater or a vest
to the girl upon the horse

she be the cowgirl then we say



yo girl yo getty up oh,
oh who in the hell cares
people over here

gotta get them outta there
and them original
lettin the people stare

if you get to load a bowl
i'll go and smoke it in the air
we be the criminal