Rollin Wit A Posse Full Of Paranoid

Give Me A Paper And Pen, So I Can Write About My Life Of Sin. A Couple Of Bottles Of Gin, In Case I Don't Get In.

If I Win And Get The Money, Then The Oakland Police Department Is Going To Buy A Boys' Home, Me A House, My Family A House, And A Stop Police Brutality Center.

Rollin Wit A Posse Full Of Paranoid Drugdealaz!

All The Hennessy And Weed Can't Hide, The Pain I Feel Inside, Its Like I'm Living Just To Die.

We Probaly In Hell Already, Our Dumb Asses Not Knowin, Everybody Kissin Ass To Go To Heaven Aint Goin.