of niggas lyin They fifth is lyin in they second drawer Next door to some bullshit they ironed Ya'll be makin up stories that them little kids be buyin
table chairs gave me splinters (haha!) Set up to be loser but was made to be a winner (look) If they paint hip-hop I bet my face be in the picture If
My Table Chairs Gave Me Splinters Set Up To Be A Loser But Was Made To Be A Winner If They Paint Hip Hop I Bet My Face Be In The Picture If They Wrote
right here is for all the girls Who I used to talk to who didn't amount to be shit in life. You know what I'm sayin? all the girls who used to call Their
somewhere out of town. Got a little house on the beach, her place has been long forgotten. But I'm sure her memories are still sweet. Grandpa says she might be
out of town. Got a little house on the beach, her place has been long forgotten. But I'm sure her memories are still sweet. Grandpa says she might be
Making babies, buying houses A French guy's name is on our trousers We used to be such rabble rousers Before the world revolved around us I've been domesticated
calling 9-1-1 I'm sad cause she called me a what a bad son But I promise it's gone wear off soon I'm on calhoun, sometimes I feel used Do what I do and
, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot We on fire Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot Juvenile I used to be R T A bound Now, I be busting these bitches
forever in Neverland wit Peter Pan Fuck pulling the nine out I?m a pull a Amy Winehouse sipping Purple Rain with Mary Jane girls in my house?(My House
't need to do what I done, She said: "playing football should be your only fun son". I'm like "allright" so we enter the house, Come
second chances Don't knock on my door There won't be any answer I won't be here no more This house we had together Might still be in its place But the
, five minutes it lasted The mirror said, "You are you conceited bastard" Well, that's true, that's why we never have no beef So I slipped off my khakis and my gold leaf Used
as the green grass drink the whisky horror see the young girls dancing flies upon the beaches beaches are for sailors nuns across the sea-wall black
be singing these songs called Clam Chanties, and they'd have these big spears called clampoons. And they'd be walking up and down the beach and the method
my sixteen in this... Now we're popping out that shit! I was broke as fucked, nigger Nobody gave me hand, Now I stand out, you'll be... that shit! My
you what you need its nymo from D.R. to the BX here im with my baby ashanti in the remix yeah i used to listen her from my house to the beach and i desire