sits at home and smokes pot but his twelve-year old brother looks up to him an awful lot And Bob likes to hang out at the local waffle spot and wait in
Most rappers, they wanna fuck sangers I'm a nigga, that wanna bone T'Penga G4, pull it up out the hanger A lil' somethin, to fuel you niggaz anger The
out your brains spontaneous combustion Lyrics like a barrel and cheering out bustin Fire breathin wicked shit melting microphones Blowing speakers into flames settin fires to your home
s the limit 'posed to be? That must be why you can't get your ass up out the bed before three You need to git up, git out, cut that bullshit out Ain't
wing up your fly ass You know what time it is, so why ask? When Shady and Nicki's worlds class It's (high class) meets (white trash) Grown men! Grown
yourself The way you carry yourself The way you hang out all night long Doin silly things that is wrong Black girl.. *fades out*
mapped out Lost respect for those cracked out Most of my elders were failures to the poison that killed Len Bias from bein Celtic The later I would hang
was another girl who left her mark upon the map. Karen liked to tie me up and left me hanging by a strap. Jeanie had this night club walk that made grown
up I'm getting through off the books, rock we banked up Y'all don't think my shit off the hook, then yall can hang on I'm like a king that's so fresh
cheerfully out of obscurity unto the dream. Have you heard the news? The dogs are dead! You better stay home and do as you're told, get out of the road
: I stand on the cliffs with my son next to me This island our prison, our home And everyday we look out at the sea This place is all he's ever known
Waiting for a girl like you I'm just standing 'round Waiting for a girl Hanging 'round for a girl like you Show someone how to grow Make a garden be out
a collage of chrome I look alive with the nine when I leave my home Been on tour in Japan, been relaxed in Rome This is grown man business, recognize
collage of chrome I look alive with the nine when I leave my home Been on tour in Japan, been relaxed in Rome This is grown man business, recognize the
but they light up the room. so many times i think of romance, but i think i should leave you alone. when i get home... i'm gonna hang that picture where
all white belt And all white jeans, body looking like milk No time for games, she?s full grown My chick bad, tell your chick to go home [Chorus] [Ludacris
.I. this weekend the food in your locker keep shrinkin' your celly feet stinkin' cantene ran out of menthols can't see how grown men wash other men drawers
at what I became Something like a phenom, nothin but a g thang Things I've seen when I'm looking out of these frames Pictures I painted on the walls where we hang