over again Lead me up to the edge of the world There comes a time Now, shake your hair and rattle your cans It's a service funded by a self-made man
a drifter Sometimes I stick up a thumb just to hitch hike Just to get picked up to get me a lift to 8 mile and Van Dyke And steal a god damn bike from
DOWN Everywhere I go both coasts wit toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that MACK DOWN Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to fuckin hold SHAQ DOWN Next time
fresh to death is a crime I think it's time for me to see the jury You know Chamillionaire stay on the grind (grind!) A hustla like me is hard to find
rumble inna di countryside me a go njam well me yearn for a juicy yearning for a powerfull and mighty bushtree dreaming about walkin inna di country
the money, come and find me, Nemo If I was at the club you know I balled, chemo Dropped a mixtape, that shit sounded like an album Whoda thought a country
it now my time shall come That’s why I’m numba 1 I got the knack (7x) You got it Everlast is in effect Gettin’ full respect I collect big checks 1’
it for you, it was World War II, When this man named Kenji woke up, Ken was not a soldier, He was just a man with a family who owned a store in LA,
somebooooody about me And they'll tell ya I'm a soldier boy And I done told ya, over and over boy [Verse One: Lloyd Banks] I come from a big city
's do it do it do the hump I'm a little bit country I'm a little bit rock And I'm soul to soul Big letters all big and bold Ol' Dirty Bastard across
a serious thing One time, two time they make a million Take all the money a run a foreign country Buiild a big house Buy a big limousine, Das why I man
like a marathon, girl, just...go on, run it You 'bout to fuck around and come up only 500 Shoppin' sprees, living VIP Out of the country, when you fuck
and neither would a chrome glock I kill a fire-breathin dragon with a dome shot Come through your hood in a Chevy Malibu, on stocks We had a meetin before
a chin Follows next a period spannin' Four long years with James Buchanan Then the South starts shootin' cannon And we've got a civil war A war, a war
come and find me, Nemo If I was at the club you know I ball, chemo Drop the mixtape that shit sounded like a album Who'da thought a country wide tour
You can get a plastic rapper from any ol'dispenser A penny a yard, to make a record ain't hard But to make it mean something that's a job But then we
underdog Get on a log Do the underdog Tell me, love Get it, get it, shotgun Sock it to 'em Hey, hey, hey, hey Good God, one more time One more time now
their big fat you-know-what, and move! Because we don't have much time. There's enough people sayin', "Ain't it a shame? Ain't it a shame? Ain't it a
