I pulled into Nazareth, I was feeling 'bout half past dead I just need some place where I can lay my head ``Hey mister, can you tell me where a man
: I pulled into Nazareth, I was feeling 'bout half past dead I just need some place where I can lay my head ``Hey mister, can you tell me where a man
was my way of having fun somewhere in 87 might of been 88 I knew of Baby and Slim we was from round the same way they moved a lot of weight but I aint
you wanna go When the weight comes down Watch for foreign soldiers They?ll try to break your neck And I just wanna break your heart When the weight
ghetto-fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it But nigga if you hatin I then you wait while I get yo' bitch butt-naked, just break it You gotta pay like you weigh
Yak & Sprite, y'all just might seem to skunk out, with a girl who chunked out, below the Mason-Dixon line, real niggas know what I'm talkin about, from Texas
are high They got mandate, they don't want man-dates, they got so many hates and people to despise In the dust bowl, cerebral black hole, the average weight
lot, lot Laugh, rap a lot, lot sell the reefa to them kids Like a salesman on a car lot I hold my own weight Like the skill I've tried to tip my skills
bold Makes it look like its getting' cold Can I hold you tight Hop on my lap And do that dance I come to spend ones and huns On lovely skin Booty weighs
badly Now this is common in Cali because the homies is savy Bitches be givin' money to niggaz and callin 'em Daddy She in a brand-new Lexus, just moved from Texas
paint Til I'm called back to the shore by the watchers of the bay I wait, til I come back like a tsunami Never microwave like the watchers of the weight
fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it But nigga if you hatin' I Then you wait while I get yo' bitch butt naked, just break it You gotta pay like you weigh
Pope of Port Arthur Keep that fire heat on ya street and the meat in your daughter Got no love for a hater, got no hate for a lover Just distribute my pollution, keepin' weight
? tha barre, grippin? tha grain I got 17 karats in my piece and chain Now open a map and take a trip down south Come on over to Houston, Texas, welcome
know I'm comin' straight out of the South With my nuts in my hand It's the Swish a House, the third coast The state of Texas that's my land Who's the
Town T-Y told me, "Get the work and make it touch down" I did that, made that, now I'm on my way Just my luck, they know it's the Texas license plate
