Lyrics:
M-m-m mhm, mmmhmhm
FYI, I haven't smoked one ounce of weed today
That's wild, right? yeah, I figured that out
People talk shit about me
Deep down,
drive me to a town where
People with black hair drink special brew and I can make lots of money by charging fat old
Men five pounds a time to look up my
Live and learn
Life is a lesson
And I'm gonna teach it
First I'm gonna crawl, then I'm gonna walk
Then I'm gonna stand, then I'm gonna talk
come by
One of my stomps and they fly
People politely smile to make sure I won't come any closer
I am out for a walk
And I will not be back 'til
it is by sellin cocaine, but I'm sayin'
Use your brain homie, do the right thang! (Lemme talk to 'em)
Use your brain homie, do the right thang!
top rank, Slim Thug gon' talk the talk
Walk the walk, we can bet ball for ball
We some paid young G's, with too much cash
Too much flow and do',
this curfew
Sneakin' in late, smelling like my girlfriend's perfume
People talk about college and knowledge and that's alright
But all I'm thinkin'
burns so loud you cant hear a sound,
The whole world drives by with the speakers on
Concrete apartments and the windows
With a million other people
higher
You hide in your mansion
While the young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That
Drive your mustang down, to where you hang out
Alone without a friend
Girls walk by you, some in fact have tried you
But once they tried they
i know it's no use for me to try
Talk to me baby
If it's just by telephone
Talk to me baby
If it's just by telephone
Let me tell you how i miss you
Ooh yeah surrender me a kiss
Let me loose on you inch by inch
The one and only reason is fun fun fun
I said, "Well baby, we've only just begun"
Money talks, listen, mmm-hmm-hmm, money talks
Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you, woh-oh
Money talks, money talks
Dirty cash I want you,
Guess there's something about it
That I can't explain
We could see other people
But it's never the same
You could be in Toronto
And I could be in L.A
Do you remember when we
Used to talk on the phone for hours,
Or just kill time by
Counting stars before we went to sleep?
Do you still think
got people who)
Who never say nothing (I got people who)
Who don't talk much (I got people who)
Who always trippin' (I got people who)
Who never
She make me feel so good
Better than I would by myself or if was with somebody else
You don't under stand she make the people say yeah, yeah
I
Talk to myself again, all alone, on my own
Walk by the scene again, just to see what people see
Caught in your stubborn hold, and I'm so far from
You stay at home
All on your own with nothing but walls to talk to
You never go anywhere
You say you've nothing to wear
So you keep all your
architects that started
Designing t-shirts instead of buildings but
Just to see the work actually be actualized
If I sit down and talk to Oprah for 2
Hours,
Ooh Lordy (it has not been free for black people, and we are tired)
Ooh Lordy (don't talk to us about looting, America has looted black people)
Don't
hands I was dealt
When I said the music business was all I needed
When I got it I was greeted by an alien
That said last year that she slept with
songs, I kinda got into the groove
They tried to criticize, my every single move
But then I realized, I had nothing left to lose
It took me by surprise,
of me
Yes, worries and trouble
No they just won't let me be
People talk about me
Both night and day
I cried Lord, please forgive them
And I go the other
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