Lyrics:
But a look from a mister will raise a fever blister
Oh, you can't get a man with a gun
The gals with umbrellas, ooh, are always out with fellers
In
You feel alive
I'm dead as fuck, but I'm a raise by glass still
K
2
Aye
Yuh
Need some fast shit fast shit
Aye
Yuh
Need some fast shit fast shit
Yeah,
Ain't but one way out baby, Lord I just can't go out the door
Ain't but one way out baby, and Lord I just can't go out the door
Cause there's a man
cut class and ditch it
Now I bully rap, I'm the shit, faggot (sniff it)
Cadillac from a K Car, my ass from a hole in the ground, still can't tell 'em
stashed
Loud work, hope it don't smell
Can't afford to take another L
First class, no feeling
F**k school he about to fail
It's all him, he ain't finna
the sand
You can raise up your right hand
But you good man ain't comin' home
You better understand you're gonna need
You're gonna need my help someday
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
(k-k-k-killa killa..)
New new... (niggaz don't want to touch the killa..)
Man we been throwin raps for too long
Aye what you want to do homes?
I'm finna
Sicker than your average
Money too long, can't stash it
In the closet or the mattress
Paper, stretch like elastic
Checks from advances, the bank can't
Sicker than your average
Money too long, can't stash it
In the closet or the mattress
Paper, stretch like elastic
Checks from advances, the bank can't
in
Can't work too hard to get my money
I refuse to
Slave for the next man a raise nigga fuck you
These streets are nine to five
You want it we can
up
Check-mate, motherfucker, game's over, we won
Tweedle-dee, tweedle-dum
It doesn't take much for me to raise such a stink up
When motherfuckers
his one begotten son (Hail Mary nigga, run quick, see)
To lead the wild into the ways of the man
(What do we have here, now? Do you want to ride
still gettin' high, she so damn gifted (I don't know what's wrong)
Like she got no legs though, she can't kick it (nope)
We can't kick it my man, dig it
K I'm talkin' Ray J
Makin' love to money on da interstate
Can't keep my hands off her we on a dinner date
I'm makin' love to my money shawty keep
He said, me and Melissa, well we fell out of love.
We ran out of luck seems like lightning struck.
I've been thinking of leaving
But I can't raise
a man
When I met Ann, I soked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
Payday Friday and the weekend's here,
I've been workin' all week tryin' to pay for this gear
Gonna raise hell on Union Street
Thirteen guys
games, I crave a real wild man
I’m st out on JOHN WAYNE!
Bcby let's get high, John Wayne!
Does chorexo
Bcby let's get high, John Wayne!
Blue collar
Wha' wha', wha' wha', wha' wha', wha' wha', what
Straight off the block, gold nuts in my hand, trustin' no man
Got my Glock cocked, runnin' this
my Remington.
But a look from a mister will raise a fever blister
Oh you can't get a man with a gun
The gals with umbrellas are always out with
Look-a here mama.
Can't get along.
Honey I really tried to treat you right.
Now when I come in from work.
Give ya my check.
You wants to raise sand,
grave
I swear by the blood below my feet
You can't raise a Cane back up when he's in defeat
The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the bells
Wha' wha', wha' wha', wha' wha', wha' wha', what
Straight off the block, gold nuts in my hand, trustin' no man
Got my Glock cocked, runnin' this
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