Lyrics:
hand and a mouth full of Miller
I got a hat not a visor, I drink Budweiser
The turntables up on the drum riser
The needle's in the groove
on the block G watch for the block or whatever
And cut no cut more guns more guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in
maker
And when I double up you'll thank me later
Shake that body, party that bod-
That's rare, nigga!
Shake that body, party that bod
Ric Flair, nigga!
hand and a mouth full of Miller
I got a hat not a visor, I drink Budweiser
The turntables up on the drum riser
The needle's in the groove
givin' it up y'all, I'm sorry
(But Eminem this is your record release party)
I'm bored out of my gourd
So I took a hammer and nailed my foot
and Black, now, where the party at?
Pop that champagne bottle, we goin' up full throttle
Don't matter, wherever Snoopy go, these hoes gon' follow
Glasses
A summer party on the south shore
Wine and laughter and a little bit more
From the pretty girl next to me out of the blue
Came the proclamation
no after school paper routes and mowin' lawns
Kids got backpacks full of yayo and heron
Coming to school shootin' up the auditorium
Yo its anthrax
a sweet full of green
Wake up, boy this ain't a dream
Welcome to H Town, yeah
Welcome to H Town, whoa
I'm praying for H Town, yeah, yeah
Welcome to H Town
have a miracle
You want to do up right
Ah won'tcha take him by the hand
And show him the light
Won'tcha you please
[Chorus]
Oh I want him
Lord
a pint
Tippin' through the southside, runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch, protection' his snaps
He
a pint
Tippin' through the southside, runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch, protection' his snaps
He
Been about a day since I bled in a pine bed
Get 'em full of dread when they
Find out that I’m dead
Body full of meds, mislead by a pill head
Fucking
the hood, just shooting the breeze
My partners on the cut smoking swisher sweets
Tripping on the hoochies rolling by in they rides
Guzzling up a forty
at me
Put me up on game tellin' me who gon' jack me
But ever since I was a puppy 'til I was full grown
I never had no other dog pullin' on my bone
The road goes on forever and the party never ends
Sonny's playin' 8-ball at the joint where Sherry works
When some drunken outta towner put his hand up
a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta
Grew up in the ghetto, raised by
Aahhh, a nuff a dem a freak,
Den how dem waa fi class mi when all part dem a leak,
Ward 21 a speak, yuh nuh like it hold a seat,
Cause if yuh talk
to the basics, you in the midst of greatness
My Martin was a Maison, rocked Margielas with no laces
Cristal go by the cases, wait hold up that was racist
I
up. This P nigga. Stop fuckin' playin'"
[NLS]-"Nigga, if this fuckin P, nigga, say 'uhh', nigga. Fuck"
[MP]-"Nigga, I ain't bout to say no
London is full of Arabs
We could be in Palestine
Overrun by the Chinese lion
With the boys from the Mersey and the Thames and the Tyne
But there's no
mercy
The wul ah we in ah di party
And everybody look irie
Now di man them sexy, sexy, sexy
Do it!
No mercy fuh nuh big up unnu self
Cuh we nuh
up, they can't stop us
It ain't a gangsta party 'til we go and dig Pac up
I'm Dr. Martin Luther King with two guns on
Hughey P. Lewis with Air Force
Sometimes it's hard
To wake up in the morning
Mind full of demons I don't
Wanna hear them anymore got me heartbroken
Find so many babies screamin'
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