have borne the burden of, of all kinds of addiction But now we'll succeed, we have to be strong that's why I say No drugs no Alcohol No drug can solve
borne the burden of, of all kinds of addiction But now we'll succeed, we have to be strong that's why I say No drugs no Alcohol No drug can solve your
liar Dope game got me like this, murder for hire Smokin more bomb than Cheech and Chong, I'm SAYIN Hit up Denny's resteraunt and order a gang of food
[feat. Crooked I] [Disclaimer:] This song is not about drugs and alcohol, it's about being high on life. [Verse 1: Joe Budden] I broke down a while
black And at the same time Uncle John shoot us in the back Independence, its a free country No jobs, most blacks turn to street money A bunch of ghetto full of drugs and alcohol
Yeah, it's Young Khalifa Man, yeah, Taylor Gang over everything Champagne, paper planes, bitch takin' off her wedding ring Leave with us you'll never
Yeah, (Wiz Khalifa!) It?s Young Khalifa man. Taylor Gang over everything Champagne, Paper Planes. Bitch takin off her wedding ring. If I got it then
y'all) Ya heard? It's 'bout that time to get into some gangsta shit A second no doubt nigga before we bang you quick The gang and No Limit, we about
wired up, pathological liar Dope game got me like this, certify high Smokin' more bomb than Cheech and Chong, I'm sayin' Hit up Denny's resteraunt and order a gang
into a coma He said the Lord spared my life So I could talk to people like you and teach them right I was a dope pusher, big time drug abuser Alcoholic
all there started with Daddy?s alcoholic Lightweight, drink it down, numbing his brain And the doctor said he couldn?t get the heart there started Now beat up, drugged
at you Don?t touch me with your greasy gloves And syphilitic flu Brain cancer causes cell phones Brain damage causes drugs I?m staying off the streets ?cause Gang
[Intro - (Wiz Khalifa)] Yeah, it's Young Khalifa Man, yeah, Taylor Gang over everything Champagne, paper planes, bitch takin' off her wedding ring Leave
black And at the same time, Uncle John shoot us in the back Independence, it's a free country No jobs, most blacks turn to street money A bunch of ghetto, full of drugs and alcohol
here Got my Gucci shades lookin' like a rap star A buck fifty on the way call me, Nascar Cocaine white wit the antique tags I ain't trippin' like red like gang
: do you you have to be a gang banger Or drug slanger, to be a rap singer? Question: do you have to be an alcoholic Or a drug fiend, to make green on
(why) cause you got flat-lined (yup) I'm Yo Gotti cause (cuz) fuck who you thought I was (was) I really shot them choppers (choppers) I really sold them drugs (drugs
