Sambo is getting paranoid because he’s so high that his eyes are barley open and people could notice he’s faded. But luckily, it is cold outside, so everybody will be squinting! And let’s be honest nobody likes to keep their eyes super fucking wide open when it’s cold outside.

Shouts out to my nigga MF Driver (in the green)

Lol Molly is faded as shit.

When you pop an Ollie (skateboarding) you get high off the ground. I used that as analogy to getting high off of molly.

Sambo recognizes Molly, on molly…

Sambo is gunna be fucking some fine bitches tonight.

He never gave a fuck!

I originally wrote this to KMD’s Who Me? (With an Answer from Dr. Bert) which begins like “Once upon a time there was a little boy who lived in the deep, dark jungles of Africa, His name was Little Sambo” and from there on I was just having fun writing down random ass bars with a little fictional story to it. I was high as fuck too.

also, this is fuckin sick. I also learned that this cartoon was banned because it was too racist.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qSfGvptL_TY

BTW In this piece I AM Sambo. You’ll see me refer to him in third person throughout the song. But there are times when I refer to him in first person to.

Another Shout Out to Craig G.

In the Original version he says “These words work from my foe, through the ink of my pen”. As you can see, I used “soul” in place of “foe” to describe the passion I put into writing these rhymes.

Another Shout Out to Craig G.
I basically used Craig G’s line “Kick the door off the hinge/Grab the VP by post office assistant with tints” and put my own sort of twist on it to describe my plot to attaining that VP (money$$$),while assisting the Vice President of whatever company I’m robbing, with a fucking Cryme Tyme Big Shad Timberland Boot to the face!