for us to have a toast Let’s have a toast for the douchebags! Let’s have a toast for the assholes Let’s have a toast for the scumbags Every one of them
A Millionaire, I'm a Young Money Millionaire Tougher than Nigerian hair My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair I'm a venereal disease like a
: Ving Rhames] He's a hustler, unbound by law A self-made, millionaire With a wreckless disregard, for the haters Ludacris, on "Southern Gangsta"... A
Bitches is like crabs in a bucket U c a bad bitch gettin shine, u shud luv it Cause everytime a door opens 4 me dat means u Jus gotta a betta opportunity
like a hustler on the first ya need work Stand by the grand high exhaulted At your door with a portrait of the raw shit Picture that while I spit anthrax
to do All we are are pretty faces Picture perfect bottled rage Packaged synthesized versions of you We've all made petty fortunes but we can't afford a
burned for the young and the desperate Showed heart, but got cardiac arrested More than a nigga with an image and a press kit The wreck hits, creates
young and the desperate Showed heart, but got cardiac arrested More than a nigga with an image and a press kit The wreck hits, creates desert land
talkin', you a dead man walking Stomp a nigga ass out, in these number 4 Jordans Got a scope on the barrell that's a hammer with a camera Hollow tips nigga, tip a
few days left And I'm a make use of every single one Untill every singles done and till every record is sold And till every string is strung They tell me to take a
diminished The world serious, I'm tryin' to win a pennant Cops be on patrol through the block every minute Itchin' just to pop somethin', swearin' I'm a
ya and ya like a hustler on the first ya need work Stand by the grand high exhaulted At your door with a portrait of the raw shit Picture that while I
, see life with new eyes with me (Don't stop) I'm the dream, I'm the one, I'm the reason you come I'm a king, I'm a hung, I'm a beast I'm the last thing
we remix and spike it To bring you the pure dope,not a noose in a rope Because if you're doin' crack,you're on death row You're just a toy punk,to mess
Yup, yup, yup Let me paint this picture for you baby, yup You spend your nights alone And he never comes home And every time you call 'em All you gets a
all their lives, waiting in the wings It ain't a question of if, just a matter of time Before I move to the front of the line Once you're watching every move
time for us to have a toast Let's have a toast for the douchebags Let's have a toast for the assholes Let's have a toast for the scumbags Every one
