morning fool My feet are tired of walking My words are tired of talking I'm back in love with you I'm a six in the morning fool. Yeah. Days and nights
are tired of talking I'm back in love with you I'm a six in the morning fool. Yeah. I'm a six in the morning fool This is my wake up calling this is
bad ass bone, Wanted up north fo' all the gold that I stole, Along wit' some cash I even took the mayor's daughter, Now that there's kidnap, but she
Lord I've sinned My Lord I've hurted A dear one Someone I love And always have respected I pray you to take care of her And that her sorrow you'll take
So if you want me, get me, got me Should have shot him But now they call me Snoop Gotti And that's all I LBC Betta yet, that's all I DPGC {Chorus (2
, I gave you 6 alright I had 1 Now $35,000 plus 6 right Now $35, 000 plus 1, plus 6 makes 7 $35, 000 plus 7, right, mothafucker, can you buy that?
that vato you fools tried to hold back But it was once said that you can't keep a good man down And so I'm back, that's the outcome Here we go Every morning
, news fools get opened in cards with (??), in this prison life, what you livin like? [Chorus] Can you tell me what you live like? Can you tell me what that bed like, what's that
guess that's the way your silly ass where you gets Sorry clown needs to stay the fuck down with that bullshit I'll mack that ass, take your cash And
with fake drag, fake eyes, fake hair Fake clothes, fake nails and all that fake jewelry All she wanna do is tell her friends that she screwed me I get nutty, act a fool
way that they handle thing Waitin' patiently to do the 6-foot same thing Now, so I take a second look at my life I made too many mistakes that I just
nasty shit that I done to her friend So once again it's on motherfucker And you won't do shit, you a bitch so fuck you I didn't like myself this morning
grind homie Put it on the line homie, give it all you got Cause when you dead or on lock, that's when that balling stops [Hook - 4x] [Slim Thug] Born
beach, where the paper's long But as for me I only G when I'm buss'n rocks Take that, take that, take that, take that West coast, gangsta **** My ****
the back with the bottle of the crystal poppin Open, I'm hopin that Tommy come through with another case of liqour Cause there's never to much brew fool, I thought you knew That
