Blood of my blood

flesher then flesh

all of these people gettin down like this, we original

nobody dat play 

a sweeter type of sugar

like the rythym naughty bass

and if your gettin cold

grab your sweater or a vest 

to the girl upon the horse

she be the cowgirl then we say



yo girl yo getty up oh,

oh who in the hell cares 

people over here 

gotta get them outta there

and them original

lettin the people stare

if you get to load a bowl

i'll go and smoke it in the air

we be the criminal