(featuring Slim Thug & Chris Ward) (*talking*) Boss Hogg, see you over there Getting hustled on mayn, I see you on that corner Getting that money, but
I'd like to say that I'm okay life is still worth livin' But it's my fault that you're not here you did all the given My memories bother me and there'
You think you've made it, everything's going so fine But then appears someone who wanna tear you down Wanna rip you off those few nice things you've found
carried out the sound past our eyes horizon I'm standing still waiting for this all to change now my hands are up and I'm walking out What do you expect
Freak Freak ya Freak You got your eye on me Scanning me All over Go flip your switch to heat Isn't too late Show you what I can do Before you play with
[Snoop] I'm in Junior High with a C+ grade At the end of the day I don't hit the arcade I to school from my moms apartment I got to tell these niggas
For all them young niggas that didn't quite make it This year to another year Save the pain, I remember To all my thugs in the grave This one is for
Here we go.... You're too hard to handle Scandal after scandal You must think I'm naive I don't want you to go But I need you to leave It's wild alibis
The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful Stop me and steal my breath Emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky Never revealing their depth
I got em irate The hip hop boss of the Empire State Cats never front on me, they know I drive weight He?s the best that ever did it, they call me Cool J
Y a des matins qui font regretter la veille, Des ruines dont les soir
I send pictures through the mail of buried treasures & humpback whales to famous people I do not know signed sincerely matthias doe. I await their response
Downtown we'll drown We're in our never splendor Flowers, showers Who's got the new boy gender? I'll be your baby I'll be your score I'll run the gun
Joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of best friends We're the kids who feel like dead ends And I want to be known for my hits, not just
I can't read and I can't write And I don't know my left from right I can't tell if the sun's gonna shine And I don't know if you'll ever be mine But I
Joke me something awful Just like kisses on the necks of best friends We're the kids who feel like dead ends And I want to be known for my hits, not just
Someone said, drink the water, but I will drink the wine Someone said, take a poor man, rich don't have a dime So fool yourselves if you will, I just
away (oh yeah) She hates ska, and I saw her Making out in the back Of the metal head's car (Oi Oi Oi0 She hates ska, She hates ska Guess she'll never