suit revolution, hide the paper trail Chorus: You take a number for a number Take a penny for a dime A number for a number Another dirty crime
A grey suit revolution, hide the paper trail Chorus: You take a number for a number Take a penny for a dime A number for a number Another dirty
and ya home and still I sit here alone boy u got me wonderin where u at where u goin and where u been here I go again dialin ya number thinkin how u
Candy Carter got a line of parole, Outta control The first fell on a Tuesday this month Oh Sweet thang, Plus its a sweet thing In ??? for three days One time you say what u
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
some lipo as for rappers she is not my type she's like a typo flow is universal take a blood test im type O naz do me a favor turn da volume up its quite
Supposed to meet your girl But you packed a lunch No D, to the U to the G for you Got a son on the way By the name of Bamboo Got a little baby girl Four
Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin Fin to put this shit down like this, nigga (We off to the ghetto
All up in the bathroom digging the guts out Five in the morning I'm boning the fuck out The H-O-U-S-T-O-N, damn... It's like a million different cities
's kept, I won't go into depth You can talk about Nigeria, people used to laugh at ya Now I take a look, I say U.S.A. for Africa? What's the solution
Chorus 2:] A bay bay [X5] Im in the club hollerin' A bay bay [X5] Im in the club hollerin' [Lil' Boosie:] A bay bay this here Boosie This for my dawgs
won't work think you a soulja I'm a put him on a camoflauge shirt... Berg, Weezy, look what I did to em' choppa style gon' and put a cig to em'and you
St. Louis Detroit, it's like Oakland It's a black thing, and I'm a black man To all my brothers in the U.S.A. Too $hort baby don't even play Woofers
u kno how the rest go u kno how the rest go,go,go u kno i be in pimp mode,pimp mode,pimp mode,pimp mode what u mean u aint gon save me i dont need nobody
Brothers you knew for years is mad pussy and scared Back in the days U.F.O.'s couldn't walk up in here It's time to motor, travel like a foul order Clear
blood from overseas Spilled, uphill, peace of mind I'm, waiting for, waiting for the time Inner soul craves, for guidance For safety for the brave, p.o
