Lyrics:
noon
Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon
I gotta get drunk before the day begins
Before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends
About
And darkness followed by
How sweet it was,
Her teeth against my throat
I'm a ghost gone mad,
And an angel that don't smoke
Feeling like an ancient man
I got
they liked Margaritaville, me I liked it too
Someday Jimmy, why don't we just both get drunk and screw
Oh those creepy Mother Fuckers that think music
a significant other
For this reason, leave father, mother, cling to your wife who will make you gladder
In my heart it makes me sadder, by nature she should be
Christ my nigga
But I ain't mad at 'em, they hurtin and I'm alright my nigga
[Master P]
See "I'm a Hustla" homey and you a customer homey
I ain't Cassidy
noon
Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon
I gotta get drunk before the day begins
Before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends
About
Yellowed photos
Thirty years of smoke
Counting ones beneath a stone
Mother's missing them
Father's counting ten
Strikes against their vagrant souls
I still remember the feeling of jacobs fist against hit My head In 7th grade and got no interest in repayin
Told my mothers boyfriend he had
friend Charise
She mad bad from Baghdad
Carry lotta money in Glad bag
She doin' runs for Willie Gum
Used to think that bitch was slick
But found out
remember that Brooklyn Bridge joint
When things got wild and willy?
Yeah that day the Feds played the role of the bully
"Up against the car"
"Yo I
that red dot on his mind
I'm Santana's bandana
Against me you don't stand a chance
Call you fancy pants cause when you're
Drunk you do the hammer dance
you see 'em better show respect
It's Hanzarelli, had them grizzlies come and get you pressed
Yo, you mother fuckers, y'all ain't actin' right
Y'all
Drunk off the Henney
You fucked up my shirt, mad DNA
Masseuse, wedding ring on, loving Celine Dion
Hate rap, told me where she get cake at
She's a part-time dancer, part time romancer
Tries to be a mother
call me bad
Mad Caliban with manners
Dangerous to know
A passing fad
Whereupon I tell them
To go fuck their mothers
As so....
On my grave
a virgin, I was mad as hell
Had nothin to lose, everythang to prove
Tryin to fuck every duck that moved
Hangin at the swapmeet, drunk and high
Flirtin with
crew
You and your mother know don't go against, be on you
Mad career criminal, crimin' be like a hobby
Probably drinkin my notty or ill just
Everybody love to say my name is Rumpelstiltskin
Call up Wolfgang Puck, tell 'em come and bring a meal in
My stomach full, I'll go against the world like
get called
Mother fuckers try to test it While I'm shitfaced drunk
Mother fuckers try to test it While I'm shitfaced drunk
I know the better way
Out
ball like dudes at espy
I'm dr. evil looking at a bunch of mini me
How you stealing my style but an enemy
Go against the king bitch that's hersey
an alibi
It drives me mad
it hurts so bad
Why did it have to end?
Just a fad
tried my best
I'm not the one to blame
My mother told me, my father tried
the station there she attempts the piano. Her long nails tap
Against the mock-ivory keys and it drives me mad. She drives me mad.
But she makes me smile.
Oh
I'm mad max
Thinking, can I tap that
Living with a bad past
On the road to recovery
Money and an ASCAP
My life is so fucked up
I wanna go get drunk
I'm
on Saint Mark's place
Hell, I'd double-cross my mother if it was whiskey that they paid
And so an early bird says Nightstick's on the hit parade
And he
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