Lyrics:
Johnny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Maybe put her in a picture show
Took her chance, she paid her dime
And maybe I loved her, 'cause she was that kind
She was gone by twenty one
When
much cash
I bought a new Lac and put it on chrome, without touching my stash
Like Lil Flip I can do that, Excursion candy blue tha?
Twenty two that,
a candle, ooh (phew)
I'm whippin' it damn good (phew)
I'm whippin' it damn good (phew)
I'm whippin' it damn good
Whippin' the Benz with my left, yeah
Got
long
Take it from me, I waited too long
I told 'em, "wait 'til four o'clock, the night too young"
I ask 'em, do he got a strap? 'Cause I'll supply
Don't want her to worry again
I'm sick of complaining
About nothing changing
Is this what being young's about?
I thought my twenties would be a big party
know your whole crew soft as baby shit
One time for my GT got it washed up
Two from the line get ya' Chris Boshed up
With this choppa in my hand
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas can't see me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
Been gettin' word that
the whip but I ain't Tokyo drifting
Verse 4 (C.O.C)
Cash out Chris abbreviated that's C.O.C
Twenty pounds when I arrive that's C.O.D
Sell a nigga bad
by the way
Yo Young, Jeezy, Jizzle, Snowman
We gotta give the streets what they want man
Fuck the god damn sheet man
You gotta get it in bruh
wrote it myself by the way (amen)
Yo Young, Jeezy (amen)
Jizzle, Snowman (amen)
We gotta give the streets what they want man (amen)
Fuck the god damn
bare baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my name is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a mustang pony
phone call to my young niggas
They'll pull up in threes
Got da drakes out, blow yo face off
Now think about crossin' me
Stuffin' 20's in my boots
I think
on old man
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo, rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way I begin to G off was drug loot
And let's
I cannot remember feeling quite so self assured
It must have been back in my teens
I was such a basket case when I was young
It's obviously
My daddy was an honest man just a red dirt Georgia farm boy
My mama spent her young life raisin' kids and bailin' hay
Now I was just fifteen when I
not yet
But while summer, I bet
I get my next child from her
Have a baby by me playin' as loud as I wanna
My checks, they pile, runneth over
Older
5
20 minutes in they dump I'm gonna let these slide
We're the best
Look at what we drive got picnic tables on my lap getting high
In the back
Lookin' at this boy I'ma call him McDreamy
I was wonderin' if he got good Dick Cheney
Got a Lamborghini so the doors go high
In a button down Chris Brown
Twenty four/seven I've been waiting
Same bus stop, same old road
She walked in as I saw her
In white and gold
We're two young-looking old souls
this beat like a stone
These hoes love my Gucci cologne
I am the Future of the 3rd coast
'Cause a young nigga Move That Dope
(Young nigga, young nigga,
fuckers who didn't write anything
Are getting washed now, chicka-chicka-chicka, like bathing
Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees
Gun toters that pull
Now, Chris Rock, where you at?
I heard you say some shit about some blacks,
Nigga, this been your ass back.
Come see the real deal.
Stay in
what a view
Twenty carats, what if you
Said yes, I'll be at the altar, standing where, standing right next to you
She don't be trippin' on bitches
I
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