A true V.H.B.(vista home boy)

This V.H.B. will not be forgotten,
I remember when you would be popping in them oldies,

you always had a smile on,
even when everybody was done,
I still can't believe you are gone...

I still cry to this very day,
why couldn't you stay?
I was to young to understand,
I didn't even knew what was a drive-bye,
I never gotten to say good-bye,I remember when you and I would ride together,

talkin'bout this is our hood,our turff...not a da*n thing is gonna happen...

well then why is it that your lying 12 feet under,
rootin,decaying...

but it's all good,
I'll see you...soon,
'till then...