Sandy's be tastin' whack
K-hoe's gonna pop a cap.
Feelin' crazy ghetto mad,
guns a blazin', dat gurls so bad.
Ridin' on thru on her twenty fours,
K-hoe be layin' down her own law.
Need her to ride on through my hood,
Shut 'dis Trill chick up fo' good.
Feed her a bad ass sandy yo,
Better keep it on tha down low though.
When the bird ain't squakin' it's oh so nice,
I can chill like dey do on Miami Vice.
So K-hoe ma gurl, ride on by,
Get this whack Trill bird to fly.
Peace.
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