say don't know how to act We like 'em just like that Fuck your Grammy's, fuck your Music Awards I strangle your host, with his microphone cord Fuck anybody
wagon wheel When I can't hop a slow-moving train Think I know how a coyote feels When he's howling just to Ease the pain, since he's been away. Lord,
chicken listen for my spurs draggin, and when I'm kickin dust you better circle up the wagons So when I rip thru your town don't be gawkin just tip your
my arms around her waist ?Ooo honey your home early?? ?Wrong bitch look at my face Now stop that fuckin screamin bitch that shit wont make me stop All your
You fell off, off, they musta bumped your wagon You musta went off the back, I'm 'bout to go off the deep end I told you to stay in your lane, you just
I died. would you notice? Would you even care? Take everything that you want from me Strip me till you get your fill spilled the pill to kill the pain
disco It's all wrinkle gotta album that's better than your single It's real nigga, you frontin' your homie, you frontin' you phoney You know your boy
bandanas and all Cannons went off News cameras takin' pictures of your family when your avenue's gone Damn, it's a shame how the bullets slammed in your brain How the ice slammed the pain, rammin' your
I kept on wavin' till I couldn't see her And through my tears I asked again why we couldn't stay Mama whispered softly, "Time will ease your pain Life
You fell off, off, they must've bumped your wagon You musta went off the back, I'm 'bout to go off the deep end Told you to stay in your lane, you just
in at 9 New suburban truck with the paint job showing Up and down and up they go And bodies on the Roadster Lexus You know with that hardtop beamer Mommy, that's your
dare you try to stash yours in your drawls What's mines is mines, what's yours ain't yours Get his whip, watch how quickly I paint yours Watch poppi
dragon You fell off, off, they musta bumped your wagon You musta went off the back, I'm 'bout to go off the deep end I told you to stay in your lane,
she know how to work the mag And only buy white tees, tell 'em to keep the purple tags 'Cause the laces in my Chucks keep the beef crackin' I lay niggaz out like creased khakis In that G-wagon
' left but your word and your balls And you're stressed from the calls of your new friends Beggin' with their hands out, checkin' for your record when
remain blatant Yo, got to tell you to your face You get replaced in this game, by Kweli Place the face with the name These cats drink champagne and toast to death and pain
Have you ever in your life experienced a day Where nothin' at all seems to go your way No matter how hard you try to get out of the rut You just could
Ain't no slang like that east coast slang Them east coast boys hit the road wit the Switching lanes, snatch up your dame Drop 100 cash on the chain Still bring the pain