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By jim carroll

We should have left at once
We should have never stayed
Now they have drawn the line
Now there is a barricade
Now there's a barricade
?
When this weed got me feelin' like [?] bruh
I just seen Mac Dre bruh and the Jacka
Is we up in the Bay bruh?
I'm with that old shit, pulled up in my
Jason, you're too fucking metal man
Too metal for your own good
You guys want some more don't ya
we're just getting warmed up now man
how about
successful, but then they make it stressful
You start keeping pace, they start changing up the tempo

Now, who is cat riding out on the town
State trooper wanna
pace, they start changin up the tempo

Now, who is cat riding out on the town
State trooper wanna stop him in his ride, pat him down
Mr Nigga, Nigga
I know, I don't even care about her being preganant by Michael Jackson
You know what we should do
We should go get her album when it comes out
There
the primary
But we still love him!

Got a little tip about a ginger ale company from Canada
Getting run into the ground by a trust fund kid that thought he
the primary
But we still love him!

Got a little tip about a ginger ale company from Canada
Getting run into the ground by a trust fund kid that thought he
about her being preganant by Michael Jackson
You know what we should do
We should go get her album when it comes out
There she go, there she go, there
about her being preganant by Michael Jackson
You know what we should do
We should go get her album when it comes out
There she go, there she go, there
wanna ride my wave, bitches wanna surfboard me
All I want is courtesy, who cares about the radio?
And you can take the cassette deck from off your old
knock it
But listen to you rock it
And once that rhyme settle up in your dome
Just buy the album when I drop it
But it ain't like that
I'm just statin' my
knock it
But listen to you rock it
And once that rhyme settle up in your dome
Just buy the album when I drop it
But it ain't like that
I'm just statin' my
her up in the rain
But before I could get to the station in my pickup truck
She got runned over by a damned old train

And I'll hang around as long
that you do
Because stupid is how everybody sounded
Nigga you think you know me, but only if you knew me
Homie, you would leave me by my lonely
I'm
was chillin' in a Ihop, overheard a conversation
Both of them niggas killas, one of em was Michael Caden
Big brother The Jason
I went to school with
and Mike
Driving down Van Dyke
Get my dick sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for strangling my boy Jason
Should be taking my
[Eminem] 
Its shit like this I kick to these rich white kids 
Who just might see how fucked up this sick life is 
Whoops I did it again, didn't I?
show that old school sucker punk what real hip hop is boy 
[scratches] 

"How Ya Like Me Now?" I'm getting busier 
I'm double platinum, I'm watching
to tell
You dropped me off by the dungeon
Never came in, but I knew that you were wondering
Now are these niggas in this house up to something
Selling
eat these niggaz up like Jason
Chasin you through camp pistol lake
Like a wolf on crank hit the dank,
The tank up, put on the make-up
An come back
you could tell if he tinted,
These fake rappers getting by with these hell of a gimmicks,
They act like it's all love, only love is your money,
So
grams, still with my old fams
Still getting wireless head that's with no hands
Listen, my grandma in composition
Compared to y'all is way beyond
eat these niggaz up like Jason
Chasin you through camp pistol lake
Like a wolf on crank hit the dank,
The tank up, put on the make-up
An come back
is worse than wasting money
Tryna pay all my bills by the monthly
Until they get somebody to Michael dumb me
And we went from homeless and hungry