Salt jaded and empty silence And the long drive home, And the long drive home, I Swerved round the lane hours Fatigued with the thoughts in my mind And the long drive home
basic stroll Hooking up my Cadillac, and upping my gold A hundred for a full hit, 50 for a hand Throw in a blow job, they'll fuck off grands I may even
You got a man," they was frequently askin her And she loved that, stone to the bone And wouldn't give it up, not even for a happy home Not for a man and a
t got No time to waste Don't want a watch With a diamond face I wanna watch Through a scope Head shot From a mile away Ya head pop like JFK Like a plot
... I Address (I Speak It) - I Correct, You A Dress, I A Pair-A-Pants I A Motarola, You A Just A Pair-A-Cans! Couple Coke-A-Colas And A String
, like all nite long.So come out the thongs, and go head on, cuz fuckin wit a ni99a like me, bitch u gon. [chorus x2] [verse:2] A ni99a like me be ready
Found my way back home like E.T. finger I rock the arena, you know the drill Get high, get drunk, grab a hoe and chill Eat a meal, then back to the hood
in a blow job, they'll fuck off grands A hundred for a full hit, 50 for a hand Some call the strip club, I call the indoor track I may even put you where
t live too long So what's my option, do it or not Break a hoe, sell a ki, just don't get caught Cause if I do, I'm goin to jail On a one-way ticket to
the only ones with a dream I'm a grown ass man, this kid a teen You're a spoof of me like if hip hop did a Scream Audi Coupe, looking good so I went
2 times dag nab it lemme hurta, a hater hurter, on a mission I gots to come down, knocked off a politician knocked off a judge, knocked off a lawer now
break even I said what I said so as long as I'm speakin' B.o.B got the upper hand as long as I'm breathin' [Chorus - B.o.B] Well, I'm a make a lot of
got no time to waste Don't want a watch with a diamond face I wanna watch through a scope Head shot from a mile away Ya head pop like JFK, like a plot
to the script It don't last long hit 'em and I last long Can't drive em south long send 'em in a cab home You takin mad long getcha bags gone I ain't
lost I might look like a girl, But I feel like a rapper Hesta hooks it up when she dresses like a flapper You can ask your friends, I'm a bit of a napper
It's been a long time girl, but I'll keep on waiting I'll keep waiting till that day When you come back on home to me Life's too short to live without
La, cut 'em like a pizza pie I need paper, cop cars, I don't even drive I am not a rapper, nah, I don't even rhyme Just speak true life stories, that
