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