(right) She sucked my dick 'til the shit turned white Thought to myself sheeba-sheeba Got my ass lookin' like a zebra I put on my clothes and I was on my
low And hello to less I jacked up the car And shot at my guest I rolled it twice And hoped for the best Chorus : On this tree I'll hang my skin And my
one Yeah Yeah Swag Swag This that, this that over the top sexy shit that i be talking about Verse 1: Now when i'm throwing on my clothes in the morning
come off that arm piece And I like that chain I'm feeling that hat My papi's Ozzy Ozbourne And I'm feeling like Jack Gimme dat! [Chorus] That's wazzup
the couch, and i pissed my pants on the way down south; so i went back upstairs to change my underwear took a while to get em unstuck to my pubic hair
murderer If it's not real boo then why bother Tell me why windows shot wit bags of copper Jack yo ass up like my baby father I said jack your ass up like my
What I've run through my body, what I've run through my mind My breath's the only rhythm and the tempo is my time My enemy is hopelessness, my ally
In my mind Everything is clear No fear and no drama It's all good karma And I never can forget The night before the morning after [CHORUS] Sun up to
lost (CHORUS x2) when i get lost, feel i been crossed, she will be my salvation Yeah, special shouts goes out to my homies that was down from the get go like my homie cuz wasup dawg yeah wasup to my
they tripping and pulling me out of my bathtub dragging me through my house hollering cus I'm getting shocked in my mouth they stealing my possessions gapping everything I own took my
it hurts to cough I can't take no advice I gots to break them off Chorus: 'cause my revenge, it tastes so sweet, I gotta do, What my friends, would
to hook up with my bro (bros) These niggaz tryin to get me, wanna stick me for my dough They seen the diamonds flash, wanna get me real bad Get me for my
, for you) You light the fire within my heart Boy you know you do Every single time that you touch me Boy I feel it too I feel for you [CHORUS:] Baby
your own game tight Cause i ride in the morning rather ride at night Slide my flow get dough like Leo Dicaprio Play your watch out gangster the rap Vito (Chorus
my door [Chorus 2X] But I guess that I'm up on thangs for sure And I hear money knocking at my door Can I hear money knocking at my door Can the police
our lives we risk How it use to be, early morn, pumpin' in shifts Jakes wit pale faces in the night is the scariest They handcuff me, they knew my government
under my pillow and a hand like we freakin. Creepin deep into morning. Peepin out the weak. While they yawnin and let my cloud speak for it's self. No doubt. Outlaw. Outta my
chorus) thats just the way it is things will never be the same thats just the ways it is aaw yeah thats just the way it is (you're my brotha your my