Got-ta-ta-ta stay funky!
H-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-hit me!

Chillin' in the hood, at my crib.
Rollin' around in my red whip.
My rims be spinnin' left and right.
They so fresh, they shine in the night.

Don't mess with the TEEF or we'll jack your car.
Mess with us and we'll jump you hard.

I'm a gangstaa, a true fuckin' gee.
I got my main nigga, Jose C.
We're nice when we rap and when we roll.
Our grillz be bright and shiny GOLD.

Don't mess with the TEEF or we'll jack your car.
Mess with us and we'll jump you hard.

Carry a gat at all times.
We're nice with your mom and with our rhymes.
Our beats is so fresh, they just like pie.
Mess with GOLDteef, you're gonna die.

Don't mess with the TEEF or we'll jack your car.
Mess with us and we'll jump you hard.



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