[Verse 1] Pardon me I'm part of the product our population is problem we start with pot until we hit the rock bottom Cuz of the c**aine 80s my world so crazy we clottin up the cops cuz we know they hate we The youngins, up to no good blazin the wood, the news even make my hood look so hood I mean the burbs bubblin we look so troublin bring the ba** and the treble the devil music we bump again You can't stop us, no, you stop us unless you bring the swat and the police helicopters We swarm in with more kin then Mormons messin up the party when Ciroc start pourin Through the teeth and down the gullet we yell but its hard to tell if we really headin to hell Its hard to stop until they run up on your spot glorifying the Glocks that they got from they pops They pop, another kid dead in the street, this just rap song, nothin unique This just a rap song, nothing unique