on your own phil really likes peanut butter shay cant find the ketchup cupboard joel loves it joel joel joel loves the kiddies joel should go back home to his house
Leave the drunks to the crown please dont leave me on my own wait for crossed fingers some day to afford sad girls crossed legs another teenage bore
Let me tell you about a four-walled, sleazy, sunk speak-easy Low below the thieves and streets Welcoming you into a four floor descent Where even good
Pull no punches now we gotta get up and get up and get up again pull no punches now we gotta get up and get up and get up again one more giving up on
Swing up and down and i'm okay i'm in and out in and out again swing up and down and i'm okay girl wanna take you home money on the dancefloor reminds
'm staying in her house then i need to get some work i tell her i was there on vacation she say you need to be doing something other than skating why
fans that resemble them kids in the O.C. Oh me Oh my them girls love me like Seth Cohen, So get a grip get a glass pour the X. O. in I did want one these
Slappin teachers, and jackin off in front of my counselors Class clown freshman, dressed like Les Nessman Fuck the next lesson, I'll past the test guessin And all the other kids
on the other side The gawkers roll and they creep slow Hoping they can see a mangled body show Some park, and stand there and watch it all With their kids
: [Redman] Killa House Brick City Style P. When Funk Doc start takin' the drag It's like who in the hell left this apron to lad broken glass I'm swinging
the heater and slap your ass Cock it back, automatic clap your ass Now this is how a gangster mash out The homies in the Coupe, me and Snoop in the glass house
D. O. D. Everybody know me, even fans that resemble them kids in the O.C. Oh me Oh my them girls love me like Seth Cohen, So get a grip get a glass pour
INTRO: (Saukrates) [Common] Word up, Saukrates in the house [yeah, yeah] 'Bout to turn it all out again Y'all niggas check my shit out, word up check
loose ends I highly recommend ya'll bring your arms This is no false alarm, they want to do us harm Like I'm nervous, live inside a glass house They
and jackin' off in front of my counselors Class clown freshman, dressed like Les Nessman Fuck the next lesson, I'll past the test guessin' And all the other kids
my jefa sense stress Nothing positive about me, except my piss test I grew up in a house full of empty stomachs While other kids was at Mcdonald's getting
on the other side The gawkers roll by and creep slow Hopin' they can see a mangled body show Some park, and stand there and watch it all With their kids
then I see the stud mourning As these streets erases others it encase a brother You had enough heart to waste this brother But could you face his mother I was faced with other
