you please But nobody's up for just shootin' the breeze It's a lonely feeling, it's like a disease It's a lonely feeling, you pray that it leaves It
blew His fuckin' brains on the wall grabbed the caine, fuck the broads Tried to leave out the hotel room and seen the laws pull up 'Freeze put your hands up
what? TO avoid bein stuck and blazed up Laced up, struck from the waste up, embraced by the muts in the cut Bullets sizzle up, leave you fist fucked,
s in heaven he's in hell the slums of New Mexico we pull in late at night no blanket on the bed and a cracked window I'm fully dressed and I'm awake
this is that G-Shit! Not-not that R'n'B shit! Yeah! My-my my niggas need this! {DAMN! } [kids ovation] It's 2 G's Up! {COME ON! } [Verse:] Put my back
this come home And smoke a spliff in the benz With Swift Chorus(2 Times) Xzibit: I'm fucked up J-Ro J-Ro: Yo i'm fucked up to Lookin' at these bitches
a hoe driver G'd up, from the feet up, plus the heat tough Toe game, crack the Grey Goose, and spark the weed up When I'm in L.A., I go in Crenshaw and
could be a Mexican Then I would get a breakfast burrito & speak a little Spanish You said "A bird is silent & it sure can fish" & inside they were showing my face up
Rude Boy wasn't lookin, we hit a crack head Flippin off the windshield, the motherfucker's dead Zombie cut in half, no kind of regret Insane Clown Posse rippin up
Like this come home And smoke a spliff in the benz With Swift Chorus(2 Times) Xzibit: I'm fucked up J-Ro J-Ro: Yo i'm fucked up to Lookin' at these
hustler, about the Sixteen Crucified Saviors Chrishna of India was Black, Quexalcote of Mexico, Black Buddha was Black, actual facts But niggaz only wanna know about money, pussy, and crack