Yeah, boy!

Check it out Slick, ya know what I'm sayin?



No complaining

I reached my destination and its raining

I'm in Columbia, the Bond steps off the plane and

I hear a hollar from a bro with ring around the collar

Its chief of police, grease Bond, tell me to follow

Treated me to everything, no taxin, maxin

Gives me a hotel suite for me to relax in

Seems everyone was in my silk drawers

A cloud does it have to bug me a daffy nerve

Jumpin out the closet, word up, dead nigga

Said