Lyrics:
daddy's out of town so uhh, you can fuck around
It's okay to check in that Motel 6
$59.95, not a cent more for that dirty-ass hoe
Yeah, stop by that
fucked up for the hell of it
Can't feel my face, not even a little bit
I'm so drunk, I'm so buzzed
With another shot I'll be turnt up
With another shot, I
another shot
Of hundred proof misery
[Chorus: ]
You can't put out an old flame
By pouring whiskey on the fire
He still drinking
And he'll start
bitch we got no space
Wavy like a sail boat
Fight night right by the rope
You wanna freestyle? I'm tryna stay free
Shots of Rose for the AP
Watch rocked
know where its found
With their casual letters
Its just another chain
Youve lost the innocence
That youve never found
Standing in the dmz
Dont get
to fail? Fuck nah
Where all my niggas with the rubber grips? Bust shots
And if you with me, ma I'll rub on your tits, and what-not
I'm from the school
momma raised her right
The sweetest voice you've ever heard
Three shot
Four shot
You're hangin' by a thread
She whispers in your ear
Another round with
beneath him once again
That's what I want
A new shot at life
But my coat's too thin
My feet won't fly
And I watch the wind and I see another dream
the town
Don't judge it by the color, confuse it for another
You might regret what you let slip away
Hey, baby, look at me, go from zero to hero
You
shot
Jimson weed and thanks a lot
Crazy abbot, gotta stop
Put my guns down, by the door
F-111, F-111
Lay your benediction on us all
Virgin in
Stuck inside a jigsaw
Of the Midwestern modern midtown ?
Feeling like a trophy that
The old man's been passing around
Just another suit back ?
they free my dawgs? I'm being sincerely
'Nother opp died, a nigga like, "Seriously?"
Damn, another one? Nigga, we shot him, and then we killed his
the streets
But I put it on my mind
By the time I was nine
Look here nigga I was slangin' that nine
Now them them don't want us
They know me and Turk don't
Well, they're flickin' on the bar lights
Band's playin' one last song
And if you want another round, better order it now
It's last call
Crowds
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
from a solid dope dealer to a rap star
I was snitched on by a few of these narcs
I ain't got no friends, but I'm in the lac car
Pull up so fast, you can
Basedheads coming through looking for the plug
Now, born and raised in my area
Beautiful by day, by night its hysteria
Fuck around and bury ya tonight
Ridin'
me, know you got yours too (yours too)
Take another shot, tryna get my mind right (oh, oh)
I've been praying and bleeding
And begging and pleading
Michael Brown, another soul
Stole by the system, black men we pay the toll
The price is your life, Uncle Sam want a slice
Black dress code now we looting in
white is winnin' like Charlie Sheen
Hey, Teddy Pain, bad man
Lick shots (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, bang)
Man we the best never the less
You know
life while you gasp for air
The echo of the "fuck you" that boomerangs to hurt your loved ones
The thief that held your son, held by ransom
(Take a shot for the ones who won't be here
Take a shot for the ones who disappear
Take a shot cause the end is oh so near
And take another one just
gasp for air
The echo of the "fuck you" that boomerangs to hurt your loved ones
The thief that held your son, held by ransom
The pervert that raped
Now somewhere in the black mountain hills of Dakota
There lived a young boy named Rocky Raccoon
And one day his woman ran off with another guy
Hit
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