Boys out pushin vin
  Friday night intimacy
  Going out the family boar
  Another dead through this door, listen
  Yo yo from the CIA, they're going
  Yo yo what an artist said, they're going
  
  Yo yo yo!
  Yo yo yo!
  
  Brad's off twisting a win
  And I can't afford to pay the feds
  And now I'm never late on Friday night
  By a transit cop looking to fight, he said
  Yo yo from the CIA, and I'm
  Yo yo what an artist said, they're going
  
  Yo yo yo!
  Yo yo yo!
  
  Don't hit fudging I'm
  Fucking stupid roll up fight
  Now I'd rather jump than pay
  But they're gonna' book me anyway