Tekster:
Diarer

Lay your head on my pillow Here you can be yourself No one has to know what you are feeling No one but me and you I won't tell your secrets Your secrets

If I told you I wanted to talk to you, You know, You'd think I'm try'na holla at you. And maybe I am but, You wouldn't hear me out anyways would you?

In world news today, officials agree that Rapper Brad Jordan alias Scarface must be stopped After being monitored by secret service agents for two years

And meanwhile on the Southside of town Now when you're rollin' through yo' muthafuckin' hood What do you see? (I see some muthafuckin' G's) Now when

Sock it to me Floatin' down the river With a saturated liver And I wish I could forgive her But I do believe she meant it When she told me to forget

Now the funeral is over And all the tears are dried up Niggas hangin' deep on the cut gettin' fired up Lookin' for the nigga who pulled his pistol on

Rat tat tat tat to your ass is the muthafucking flow Here comes the white sheet Rat tat tat tat to your ass is the muthafucking flow Here comes the white

Psst, hey, I bet you Thought the record was over, didn't you? Put one in there like you did For me last time, my country ass Come on Meet me in the boy

I'm gonna be country till the day I die Just because I got this and that And moved out from the projects Don't mean I forgot I'm gonna be country till