Oh! Oh! Oh! Luda!

We ‘bout to throw some game, they both one and the same.

Loftus’ the one to blame. (HOP, ME!)

We about to hop some wet, cause each and every get

You gotta brew it fresh (HOP, ME!)

Nineteen pounds per B, oh Citra we love thee.

Splash, sip, crush and see (MAKE WET TO ME)