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Played an old Buck Owens record never ever seen it fail
Got the hungrys for your love tiger by the tail

We're goin' foot stomp stompin'

You know I
down by me

He leaned on the tank that was helping his breathing
Said it's bad when your body is gone
I said this is sure a nice town that you've got
The logic of all sex laws
Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists
I'll let you be my chaperone
At the halfway home
I'm a full grown man
But I'm not afraid
day
I'm a'goin' home

It's not far, just close by
Through an open door
Work all done, care laid by
Goin'ta fear no more

Mother's there,
Again
Don't Blame That Nigga For Runnin Up In My House, Fool
Ain't No Food In My Daughter Mouth, I'm Goin Out Too
Just Think About What Your Doin,
Runnin Up In My House, Fool
Ain't No Food In My Daughter Mouth, I'm Goin Out Too

Just Think About What Your Doin, 'cause Buddy, Bullets Burn
May God
smack, slap, smack, slap, smack. 
Click, click, boom, stop dead in your tracks.
Stick the steel in your mouth,
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, lights out.
You've done better by me than I've done by you

Ohh, I'm drowning in you
Ohh, I'm drowning in you
I'm goin' back home that's what I'm gonna do
Well,
The logic of all sex laws
Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists
I'll let you be my chaperon
At the halfway home
I'm a full grown man
But I'm not afraid
The logic of all sex laws
Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists
I'll let you be my chaperon
At the halfway home
I'm a full grown man
But I'm not afraid
The logic of all sex laws
Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists
I'll let you be my chaperon
At the halfway home
I'm a full grown man
But I'm not afraid
she's the one who keeps you goin'
When you'd swear hope is gone
She's the mother of your children
Thank God she won't leave you alone

So if your
take another sip and say to each his own
He'de get dissed in Detroit, but I'll leave him alone

'Cause New Yorks Not My Home

Now if your sounds are
comes your mother with those two little guys"
Her mean mother steps and says to me "Hi!"
Hit Sally in the face and punched her in the eye
Kicked her in
Bill, but call me Chuckie 
Fifth Ward hard bitch, play hero and buck me 
Cause I'm known to pull your skull out 
Grip a motherfucker by his neck
you want to your boyfriends
Just let me have my fun tonight... aight

[Chorus]

You're in the corner with your boys, you bet them five bucks
You'd
what you want to your boyfriends
Just let me have my fun tonight, a'ight

[Chorus]

You're in the corner with your boys; you bet them five bucks
underground massacre terror Seize the streets Feel my heat (WHOOO!) The N9ne amira Killa Got me goin Like Donald Owens The cannabis Got me deep like the abyss
motherfucker missed your ass by some inches
Next time understand what you fuckin' with its legendary status
Sittin' behind these glasses nigga

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you want to your boyfriends
Just let me have my fun tonight...aiight

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You're in the corner with your boys, you bet them five bucks
coats by the Coach, black Bentley Azure
I know sometimes a nigga might not make it home and it's
No reception, low bars; it ain't on, and I
Keep doin'
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under

Broken glass everywhere
People pissin' on the stairs, you know they
and aftermath
Who's that behind the trigger?
Who'd do your figure!?
A mother-fuckin' night nigga
Ready to buck and rip shit up
I had enough and I don't give
And searchin' my brone
And keep your personal feelings home
When you bandin' my chrome
Do it for the
Weak and the strong
And to each his own
We do it for
answer is said, the nigga fled
I pump lead, now he's in a puddle of red
And if you got a buck, you're shit out of luck
Stuck up by the motherfuckin'