Yeah, yeah It's me, it's me (it's me) It's me (it's me) Here I am sunk in the Jeep Windows up, you can't see the boy 'Cause these cowards think it's huntin' season (uh) I just pressed a button (uh) And the stuff from the trunk come to the front (ah) Before I throw this pack of dynamite I light the blunt up (uh) Trippin' balls As I drive the Grand Cherokee Laredo through the mall (shit) Like it's Mario Kart (ooh) Pop the hood, all chrome with the four turbos (ooh) This shit kickin' harder than them four turtles (whoo) I'm runnin' backwards tryna save time (uh) Stage crime (uh) So we can do crimes at the same time (uh) Been tap dancin' on the rock for so long I made wine (uh) Just tryna stay low from Shaitan So I put my shades on (oh, man), head to toe suede on (uh) Yeah, I'm lookin' like Blade 2 (uh), cook up a strange soup (uh) Hand to hand, money get exchanged, it's all the same No motherfuckin' change, it's the game, bitch