Lyrics:
to ever be governed by enforced insanity
Someone had to reach for the risin' star
I guess it was up to me
Oh, the union central is pullin' out
now, son, until you take a hit
And you won't find the beat until you lose yourself in it
That's why we won't back down
We won't run and hide
Yeah,
Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man
Remember once I told you 'bout
How before I heard it from your mouth
My name would always hit my ears
As such an awful sound
And the soul, if
to be music that did it
But then again times have changed man, who are we kiddin'?
I'm managed by my friends that I grew up with
I'd rather give that
are corny
We gets it on 'til the dawn, 'til they say this is ridiculous
Ladies they love the way we come through in the clutch
Fellas who can't keep
the English grammar, slammer,
And I get a D!
Now my feet are doing dances,
HIP HOORAY for second chances!
I'm not late and life is great, it's time
Fly-By-The-Seat-Of-His-Pants parasail
Fall, hit the trampoline, bounce and grab a pair of stilts
And I ain't wearin' zilch, zip, zero, nothing, no, nada
Like your father
forget it (look)
I'm the man round my side of town (look, look, look, look, look)
Might see a bitch and forget I hit it (gang)
I'm a young nigga I be
and a young man, we got to it and
We didn't stop 'til the birds hit the block
And she ain't never had it like that, haha
Girl, you are so fine
I wish that
He, he, he baby it's the thug in me
You know what time it is
By age 13 I was buckwild
Good in my knucklegame
Made it through a tough childhood
Never
boozin' all night to the mornin'
So from dusk 'til dawn, you know Undead is always on
Hit it once like a bong
Hit it twice and then I'm gone!
something
The burning of your flesh hits your nose
Now you're bumping
When you are dealing
Back spinning wheels
And doing that grind
All of the time
on the bronze so dark you can see the mark
When it scars, 'til Abraham Lincoln is screaming out, "Ah"
His metaphors and similes ain't similar to them, not
Yo, Dre! (Dre! Dre! Dre!)
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man said "Cluck, I don't
Y'all so backwards, I don't do Backwoods
I'm a swisher man 8 in the mornin' you bouta
Get found by a fisherman
Yeaa, You guys is bitches, little girls
And we watch it grow and find a drug and numb it
'Til we hit the point that we can barely function
Am I motivated? Is my music dated?
Would I be
hang your ass from the moon
Cus you don't get sun, you just get it soon
Turn your I.D. to a tomb
Goons are us, the foods for us
We eat with our hands, no
tried to walk her home but she said "Baby I'm alright"
Then caught a ride, and drove by
The mornin' after, I woke up and hit the clock at three o' five
with me)
Just let me rock you 'til the break of day (dance with me)
Got time, but I don't mind
Just wanna rock you, girl
I'll have whatever you
it hot (skrrt), there go them people
Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto'
End up in Ms. Taylor backyard, be quiet, she on the porch
I'm fightin' on the ropes, and
Muhammad Ali, I be in it like a GOAT, and
Shawty, I feel you gon' ride 'til it's swollen
Fucked her so deep, that I'm
a thousand-five cannons
Nigga gettin' it on
Peep out the window, I was solo flashin'in the streets
Caught by cops
I'm tell them bring some extra tape and plenty
(lit)
It's about to go down, drunker than a bitch
Afterparty with my niggas, slumber party with your bitch
Finna hit the lick, 10-56, takin' sips,
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