this is for my niggas that be all blacked out
hit the streets a hundred deep
big dressers sit at the stop light
road glides and road kings deep in my hindsight
you do it right or don't do it at all
put that candy paint on it
ride them twenty-threes homie
centre of attention like bynum and gasol
you know that killer californication
when you feeling like you sitting on a ceiling
hoping this conglomerate can run the nation
it's abomination how we bomb yo' block
it's a lot of bike clubs but they not this hard
pounding on the highway stretch
might catch us on them dressers or them road glides
tell the world i'm a rare breed baby
and it's like that to the death though
two-oh-point and seeing decimals
pounding on the interstate in the state that shines
or we might be in a hood near you
rare breed under control baby
the movement entice crowds
we heat it up in the cold baby
it's three degrees out? then you should see me out
or see bout them kitty cats and how they go meow
we be the father of harley drivers
show you infants how to whip it
posers try to hang? then we hang 'em by the collar
stunting hard like a black circus
shouting out the one and only rare breed