pops was a hoodsta my uncles were coasta i got the heart of both sides cuz ill run up on ya, empty my clip drag yo body to da riva, let it be known calhoun duece is fuckin home ready to take a niggas head off and send it to his home, catch me creepin through the southeast all day way to el cajon when dat window roll down u betta heat the ground the cuz im emptying clip round by day round, my pistol will never hit da ground but shell are all a round so keep my name out yo mouth or brains will be around yo house.
