always a beef from the west to the east..

rollin to the park    
Washington it’s called,                
shotgun J-Rod Romy  
..my lifelong homey

.. a west side rude dawg,

it’s always a beef from the west to the east,
the north side of Indy that it’s called,

time for celebration,        
fourth weekend throughout the nation,
“Irish Rose” the libation,          
and, the herbals are almost gone,                

a three day vacation,        
to the park we go racing,          
gangstas in their glides        
with their handsome's on,          
       
my chariot      
is bright white,        
in the sunset dusk light,          
     
Lac is its make,      
the necks all break,          
Deville is the mod, 78 is the date,          
         
wheels and tires are sheening,          
every ivory tooth is gleaming,          
we gangsters pride our rides      
like rutting beast,          
         
it’s always a beef from the west to the east,        
the north side of Indy that it’s called,          
         
the Lac on display      
all eyes pop in flight,          
fat firestone front rubber      
profiled to the right,          
     
J-Rod Romy on top of his rap,          
three yummy fine honeys      
just short of a pac,          
       
when..      
“what the fuck is this program”                  
"what the fuck is the deal”                  
a east side homie begins to reel..          
         
about the honeys      
he begins to flex,        
J-Rod Romy      
barks a death threat,        
     
gangstas break camp        
to their chariots,        
grim reaper appears,      
he’s now on the set,       
         
bangs goes off,      
like when a bomb is dropped,                  
people hit the deck,      
the honeys screaming “stop!!”,                  
     
chaos erupts      
like in a war zone,                  
we break out wheels spinning      
like in a cartoon,                  
     
death darts near striking,      
can’t flee fast enough,                  
dodging in and out of traffic      
like a stunt man on dust,                  
                 
If J-Rod Romy      
was here he’d say,        
“hey man remember..      
remember that day..”        
     
"you dodged that drama",      
"hell we got away",        
  "you save my life brother",      
“right on!” he’d say,        
     
yes!…      
J-Rod my homie,      
what a hell of a day,        
       
rolling in the park,      
Washington it’s called,        
with J-Rod Romy my west side,      
ride and die road dawg,          
         
forever a beef from the west to the east..