By the way you know you haven't come out The master of the skies in the club it going

 on wild And loose is your chin

 Two bosses moving it up, let's loosen the scene

 Two peas straight in the pot, the lesson began And then it moves on the border that you want

 to pretend You got to keep them unique, gators that match

 Cuban links All your pockets so deep, the shoulders rugged

 in the mink By the way that you walk, I got to shoot at

 a wink Spaghetti red, candy coated, yeah fix me a drink

 Green light, you know I got the finish line

 Move fights, everything outside, yeah Have them dead to rights, let's get it

 You see boys, we got a situation on our hands We got this mission, and we got to take this out

 Situation I'm up, whole lot's a buck 20 cal in the scale, that could never enough

 it Set them out, set them out, you know try it

 Everything is explosion, dynamite, baby We do it real cool

 Alright fellas, we ready, you ready?

 It's time for a green light Let nobody scatter