go ahead and take a picture
who chiller than the iced-out gold griller?
kinda like an eighteen wheeler
drive slow in the candy-coated armadilla
rolling up in the backwood
invisible ice make my chin chilla
back up in the place with a trunk full of bass
straight shake an' bake this cake
blunt rolled out of shape
i gotta concentrate to deal with the constant fake
i got people's champ" on my license plate