I wanna go home, but I can't Cos now I live in a car I used to have a lot, I had a chance But now I'm bleeding a stone I park by the Wal-Mart every night
I’m draftin Holdin my own, I’m grown and do what I choose to Ya like the blueberry Bentley Though I ain’t hurr to amuse you I got a safe in a place you
to hold your body drove me crazy and it weren't like i had to pretend that i'll be a casanova if you'd only let me show ya felt like a drink so we went
wanna do - what, what? (Let's go) [Verse One] Couldn't live the life I live (yo why's that) I could die any minute, I get high every minute Fuckin
got a box of L's Blow, stay on the low Get a Henney and swig I Penuro so I hate a snake, rat, or a pig I pop shit cuz I'm the second best, the first
, get a speed bump comin through A single shot make your knees knock, respect Wu [Redman] Aiyyo I put it on a nigga, shit it on a nigga Turnin Christian
at 9 o'clock Says,"Get the car it's time to rock" Never heard him speak this way I grab the keys and hit the road It's all a flash but who would know
out) If I could I would reverse the car, reverse the beef Put it all in a pot and boil it on a D. Dot beat (hit me baby) Sometimes I get drunk, for stress
I came to do; change the rules Even when I stand still I'm makin moves I, paid my dues as soon as I stepped in P. Diddy a.k.a. News at Eleven [Chorus
then I put a slug in him He just another motherfucker, ain't no love in him I put a bug in him, never sleep on one who never slept I take my last breath
out of 2Pac's ribs If I could, I would reverse the car, reverse the beef Put it all in a pot and boil it on a D Dot beat Sometimes I get drunk for stress
shit O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O
to push Feel the inside while I ride it like a yazoo(?) car Like high school I get high, rub the sternum like Mackie Reality do or die, you or I is the
as ever and theres something Yall should know Told ya that I wasnt playin So in I go! Have you ever seen me and rock cities Live show? All I gotta say is P. T. F. A. O
I'm moving on 'cause I'm gone Oh, I'm gone, gone, gone; I'm gone I'm so gone, I'm gone; gone, I'm gone
legs or eat crackers in bed Stomp the poodle 'til it's flat You can even shove a six-inch railroad spike through my head I can learn to live with that But now I
of a nigga 'cause I'm black They lookin' at me strange, so I'm lookin' at they ass back I got a little problem, so I'm writin' you a note A letter to
don't giva a fuck Survivin struggls hiting licks out the hippieclub I'm just a homie out the hood who did something So why are you fronting I'm in for
