Standing at this liquor store, whiskey coming through my pores Feeling like I run this whole block Lotto tickets, cheap beer, that's why you can catch
Don't it feel good, babe? Don't it feel good, baby? 'Cause it's so brand new, babe It's so brand new, baby Don't it feel good, babe? Don't it feel good
Ah yes Well, look at here, look at here Ah, what do we have? Another pretty thang ready for me to grab But little does she know That I'm a wolf in sheep
Truth of the matter is I'm complicated You're as straight as they come You go 'bout your day, baby While I had from the sun It's better if you don't
[Intro: Sheek Louch] Geah! Aiyyo Starks, whattup? What it do family? [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] We street bullies for cheddar, and that's our word Pop
Born to be a roughneck I'll never amount to nothin' Pullin' case and layin' pipe Is hard labor Well, I was born in a boomer shack 'Bout a half mile from
verse 1 you bring yo knife to a gun fight nigga get yo mind right fuck it when they see us and that ass into the next life have niggas laugh at you
Who are you? Who, who, who, who? Who are you? Who, who, who, who? Who are you? Who, who, who, who? Who are you? Who, who, who, who? I woke up in a Soho
As I walked through that hospital door I was sewn up like a coat I got a smile from the bite of the wind Watched the fresh fall of snow I knew then that
Out here in the fields, I fight for my meals I get my back into my living I don't need to fight to prove I'm right I don't need to be forgiven Don't
I'd gladly lose me to find you Gladly give up all I had To find you I'd suffer anything And be glad I'd pay any price just to get you Work all my life
Vagabonds don't fall in love They just wheel and they deal So if I turn a funny color when you kiss me I can't help the way that I feel Hooligans don
I'm on a holiday, hooligan's holiday Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Check it out Drop dead beauties, stompin' up
I'm on a holiday Hooligan's holiday Drop dead beauties stompin' up a storm Lines of hell on our face Bruised bad apples crawling through the night Busted
Gettin' rowdy! (Rowdy) Rowdy! We gettin' rowdy! (Gettin' rowdy on your ass) 'Bout to move some things! Gettin' rowdy! (Rowdy) So many damn styles get
Up and down These days are up and down They call it elevated living A faster future for a faster breed Unforgiving unfulfilling The spirit's willing But
She opened her heart to a tearaway, sheepskin tearaway He was covered in scars and full of heroin Everyone said from the start Not one single thing could
well i ain't gonna marry neither settle down i'm gonna sit right here 'til i tear this barrel house down ain't no use a weepin' and there ain't