He pop bottles and he got the right kind of build
He cold, he dope, he might sell coke
He always in the air, but he never fly coach
He a mothafuckin' trip-trip, sailor of the ship-ship
He pop bottles and he got the right kind of build
He cold, he dope, he might sell coke
He always in the air, but he never fly coach
He a mothafuckin' trip-trip, sailor of the ship-ship