Lyrics:
Better
Hot Sauce Louisiana
Love my Country Bamas
Shorty down in Tampa
Ima be WHATEVER YOU SAY
All of my shawtys from the Top
Me I’m from the Bottom
You
where I've been just look at my hands
Yeah I've driven by the white house and spent some time in jail
Mama cried but she still wouldn't pay my bail
I
looking at The Thing's naked pictures
Taking Ex-Lax to relax with the needle and thread
sewing up all the other buttcracks
In the industry there's no
Ex D-Boy used to sell that girl
Now, they know my name all across the world
They say Earl, EARL! They say Earl, EARL!
I'm from Vallejo, California
're a lawyer, or a Texas oil man,
Or some waitress busting ass in some liquor stand.
If you got Soul
We hang out with people just like you
My
the street
Young nigga bare feet now I'm in the suites and I'm eating crab meats
Ice so right other rappers envy they calling all my jewelers up asking what he
, ex
Expectations
Kill truth
Expectations
Ex, ex, ex, ex
Expectations
Killed you
Ruined by my own hope
Head got the best of me when you swore
All of you
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
my pocket
Yo heard, with my head I cock it, and rock it like that brother in colors
'Cause I want y'all to live, my crew is 2 Live, we sneakin'
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
Brillzing her izzin
Izzo kizzay?
Izzall rizzight
Izzo kizzy?
Izzall rizzight
Nizzow wizzee wilzzo-izzo-zee
When I pull up in my
allowed
Maybe you're walking those halls all quiet and sad
Or sitting in the dark all scared and mad
Feel my hand reach across and don't forget
Where
Heaven was a girl I loved
When I used to live in Texas
She drove a red Ford pick-up truck
An' she never paid no taxes
Some folks said that she oughta
All my ex's live in Texas
Real shit
Now this goes out to all tha dons & dimess
We Ballin in da mix ya dig
Finna come down just to be in uh livin room
stuntin' on her ex
Pussy's excellent and I know it sound a mess
I love to make her toes curl as I'm lickin' on her flesh uhh
Sex all night couple shots
heart up on my left sleeve
When I could find another lover by the next week
Besties turn to ex-ies from a pep tease
Fuck what these other niggas on, I
Meathead
And what about Kenny Sep
And all my niggas that dead and gone that got caught in the rep
And my other heroes still livin
But they locked up
on the left, "Clap To This"
To all my people on the right, "Clap To This"
To all my people on the top, "Clap To This"
And in the front don't stop, "Clap
want you never ever running in a frenzy
But that's just some shit that everybody's friends say
I don't know what's next, yeah
I don't want my ex, no
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
Why'all ready for this?
Ha! I don't think so!
Yeah! Oh, listen to this!
We gonna come at ya!
Cypress Hill!
Yo yo yo, all my niggas say jump
(let's get it)
All I blow is Kush, yeah that Cali bud (bud)
Got Cali love when I got that Cali plug (ayy)
My Spanish bitch in L.A., yeah I owe her one
sitting in my inventory
The day I stepped out my drum, I became legendary
I'ma bang for my don, cah it's mandatory
Live to tell the story
Reckless,
Uhh! You know
It's times like this
When we need change nigga
Yeah, and if you really look at it
Your life is like a movie
And we all in
AXL (AXL, AXL)
Yeah
Khaza
Eroticism for the first time when I drove you back outta Texas
Different feeling in the front room by the fireplace
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