see me, I'm so far gone, Even though I'm goin' out kids, I'm so far on I gotta house full of chicks like the Playboy home, Wrappin' up my lifestyle and
a mini skirt, I still will put in work Don't tell me calm down 'cause I know somebody's doin' wrong It's gon' be trouble when I find out just what's goin
like I'm goin to be the one chorus, (So just) send my body home on a freight train and don't worry none that I don't go first class Send my body home
method First step we getting naked, pants gone in 20 seconds It's gettin hectic Reckage is likea hoopty hittin shawns But it seems im behind schedule with broad troubles
' Too Short Presidin' over Superior Players Court First case is the State vs. Fate Wilson A.K.A. Baby Flex You bein' charged wit home invasion and hoe
for (Hot girl, all my ladies, nah I don?t do this, But go ahead and keep the party goin? drink up girl you know what you doin?) What you like, I?ll just go home
back to school When the school bell ring Now I do my laundry by myself Every night I eat alone Baby please, please, please Won't you let me come back home Goin
of the plague of the broken home Another sad face with the sickness Daddy must die, God is my witness For doin my mother wrong, and breakin up her happy home
It gets realer and it's real in Palestine Troubles of the world start to seem intertwined War criminals, conflict minerals Pillagers are coming home
making It's goin down, talk to 'em, Preem [DJ Premier cuts and scratches] "Say, this here, Pimp C We fuckin wit Primo, it-it-it's, it's goin down, baby
Yeah L-O-X nigga It don't stop It keep goin, and goin, and goin, and goin Motherfuckers [Styles Paniro] You heard it from the P, you oughta know it's
Yeah, L O X, nigga It don't stop Keep goin and goin' and goin and goin' Motherfuckers You heard it from the P, you oughta know it's the truth If I get
did what I did, I'm so glad that I did it Because it put some chips in my pocket when I finished Using words like Homes, Simon, and Leba People try to
didn't quite learn On the block, witcha glock, trippin off sherm Collect calls to the till, sayin how ya changed Oh you a Muslim now, no more dope game Heard you might be comin home
what this life is really about Ya know what I'm sayin'? You need to be on first class Need to be goin' to Hawaii, seein' the world Seein' what this world got to offer you Not goin
man was dead I placed my hands on the heart And there for many minutes There was no pulsation He was stone dead His eye will trouble me no longer His eye will trouble
and this I know and every time i make one they always say that gotta go I wanna talk with people and look em in the face I wanna take em home and they
are all up in your face Go to the club (Go) The club (Everybody) Everybody's dreams are free (Yeah) You for me But leave that trouble home {But leave that trouble home