The snake people of Opa Locka
Hide your money, women and marijuana
They ain’t just gonna rob ya
Be afraid! They’ll swallow your mama
Riding around in a green impala
Low rider slithering where they wanna
They’re there at the flea market
You can see em if you stare your hardest
They’re there at the car wash
Scratch your finish with their razor sharp claws
Did you step off the Metrorail
or did you fall thru the gates of hell?
Reptiles on every street. Who’s that guy smiling at me
Forked tongue and pointy teeth
He looks like he wants to eat
They got guns and they got venom
They got that great old-time religion
They’re there grilling barbecue chicken
out of a barrel, making a killing
They’ve got loud stereos
They ask “what you staring at bro?”
Don’t stumble thru those avenues
Or everyone will wonder what happened to you
Are they a cult? Are they a gang?
A royal car club with imperial reign?
They got chains of silver and gold
They got names you’ll never know
they’re there at the pawnshop
all the merch is stolen
and hot
but they’re the criminals
and the cops
they’ll get
whatever you got
The snake people of Opa Locka
Hide your money, women and marijuana
They ain’t just gonna rob ya
Be afraid! They’ll swallow your mama