we tolerate this joke / these idiots must be stopped because i?m about to choke / you?ve got a problem / you?ve got no clue / what we are saying and what we do / turn off the lights
keep her at home tonight She might neva come home again nigga, aight! Teeth, neck, wrists all ice my lifes like Ridin' in Ca$hville runnin all stop lights
life as Thugs To my homeboys in Quentin Max, doin they bid Raise hell to this real shit, and feel this When they turn out the lights, I'll be down in
gettin' up as he began to run I grab my nine; it's time them niggas took a loss Put on my mask, and turn the fuckin' lights off See, speeded up, right
drop. I could murda me a million MC's, it's 'cause I spit like I'm a uzi machine, and I'm a leave 'em all dead... Stop everybody grievin' and I'm leavin
the honor of God, Mary Jane." Six o'clock the siren kicks him from a dream Tries to shake it off but it just won't stop Can't find the strength but
Will it ever stop? Yo--I don't know Turn off the lights and I'll glow To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal Light up a stage and wax a chump like
who had no sight Blind, didn't matter, he'd shoot a cop Wouldn't stop till he seen the cop drop He shot a kid dead in the dome Took his ride, Rolex and
louie interior Solid gold the ride was raw Bust allmenn left turn was on Crenshaw Sean-e-sean was the driver Known to give freaks hell Had a beeper goin' off
Eight years of mine, no time for draggin You wanna be an MC? "Get off the bandwagon!" But if it's in your heart, get a pen Don't stop writin til the inkflow
get em one by one If you aint psychopathic ryda boy you cannot dump (bump) Everybody's lookin if you jealous turn around Fuckin with them leathers got us hoppin off
nightly Will it ever stop? Yo - I don't know Turn off the lights and I'll go To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal Light up a stage and wax a chump
I played dead on the ground like you cowards got me Until I heard the engine of my man's Kawasaki I raised off the ground mad cocky He shot past it and
chaos, many try to pretend I stop smoking weed now I get high off my pen Grandma?s alcoholic she might die off the gin Devil smirks I grab a gun and blow
call em, back from the essence Who the fuck want more lessons? It's over! Know what I'm sayin? It's over The dead bury the dead, it's over Your career
growin old Fat titties turn to teardrops as fat ass turns to flab Sores that was open wounds eventually turn to scab Trees bright and green turn yellow
So finally you let 'em hang and turn on the light and the killer turns into yo coat throwed over the chair. The feeling of sitting at the red light early
no I heard them bad boys coming Can't stop now Got to continue my running (yea) Because we go party till them lights come on And then my song stop, fuck
