CHORUS I got a lot on my head Most of it is you I got a lot on my head Can't forget about you Lock me away where the silly boys go I'm on top of
and Mac on the seat Tuesday and thursday I lay low task force on they sweep On Sunday I'm out shinnin' On the lake on crome straight blindin' Me and my
pigs can't stop me UHH, am I a G, I got proof Banged in my youth, keep niggas on the roof with a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope Tupac string a nigga
a part time mutha I got a part time A part time A part time She's a (part time mutha) Part time A part time A part time mutha She's a (part time mutha
my garage, With my Rolex chain on, 'cause yo, it's time to flauge But before I hit the scene, I go to Johnny for shinin' so I can get my car cleaned
Mets I ride my Hog but I race my Vette I gotta job, but hell I'm still in debt I love America I love my bar and I love my truck I'd do most anything
comes right down and lands on the ground And out comes a man from Mars And you try to run but he?s got a gun And he shoots you dead and he eats your
Real] My own son don't know me I'm chillin' in the hotel room lonely But I thank God I'm with my homies But sometimes I wish I was back home But only
and his Stones We never got it off on that revolution stuff What a drag too many snags Now I've drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine Got to race
for my sins, that's my confessions if they put me in this benz I got possession of a federal offence I'm talking pressure in my criminal intent So wear
the cars, Cars and the clothes, The hoes, I suppose, I just wanna be, I just wanna be, Successful. I just wanna be, I just wanna be, Successful. I just
breath on a track unless they cuttin the check' A lot of suckers won't like it, but they gotta respect How I don't water my shit down for the record execs
nuts and be a killer [Dr. Dre] And I'm somethin of a phenom One puff of the chron I'm unstoppable, I'm alive, I'm on top again There's no obstacle that
i've got a lot to live for and somehow i've made it through all the usual hearts to you in everything that you do i wish i had more to leave you. and
a lot for you Believe that baby Jay-Z, Short Dawg's in the house main You know I got it Got it goin on We got the money Ain't got nuthin to do with crime
by the car [Chorus: T-Pain] I got a fresh line-up (yea), a fresh outfit Bout to have the parkin lot on smash Plus I got a Chevy with a fo'-fifty-fo'
: A lot of times it seems like, you ain't gon' make it where you wanna be in life But, yo if you got a plan, believe me you gon' get there You gon' get
shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip I chill with, niggaz that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks My red beam, made a dread scream, and sprayed a Fed
