Every day I wake up crying like a dumb little bitch What the fuck did I do, what the fuck have you done And I know you tried to make just an innocent
I'm living in the ghetto selling dope is the only thing I know penny petty jobs never helped buy a 5.0 I know I'm living wrong every day I pray the lord
my house almost every day; won't let a body concentrate, gotta get some peace that way Watchin' for that water risin', think I'll put my guitar in my boat
drinkin for free And have a bunch of naked bitches yellin fuck the poilce with me Snortin shit up my nose With the flag in my hand here my national anthem goes I'd make every day
Dream boat fairytale style White clouds with a big smile Scenes in every color range Silver lining But why must he try to be likewise Black rain on
autographed picture, Right beside ELLIOT ROBERTS' big Bank Book, Next to the boat Where CROSBY flushed away all his stash And the cops Got him in the boat
it all I had one truck, one car one boat, one guitar But all these things wouldn't get me too far If I didn't have one of you I work hard every day
see the tears in her eyes, And wonder why every night she would cry and pray to die, Thats Some Fucked Up Shit, But I was so care free, Like every other
to lay boy uh [Hook x2] [D-Reck:] I don't know if you done heard, but this the land of yay and herb Where you can get served, every day on every curb
m a hoe killa [K-Dee] H.O.E.K. all muthafuckin day [Ice Cube] I'm a hoe killa I'm a hoe killa [K-Dee] H.O.E.K. all muthafuckin day [Ice Cube] Mack 10
It doesn't matter what I say, no matter what I do Every little thing reminds me of you It gets harder every day, I don't know what to do Every little
.Could we plunge any deeper?The wolves spread out, go to the houses on New Year?s eve. Tidy up the closets and make the beds and hide every peace of proofand
A boat brought me to I-10 I sat there three days, maybe four Thousands stranded on the interstate Every hour boats brought more Another day another night Another night another day
had music, eating off the game Like you was never gon' run dry, that ain't no business (No other game is run so disorganized Look around you, every hood
game, we bust 'till we flatline Then they want my black ass to Rock The Vote They want as many niggas they can to fill the boat But these house niggas
Gonna Take You To Tha Dogg Pound Go 12 Rounds Just Place Your Order And We Take It To Your House Word Up - To Your Mother Funky Buddha In The House Muthasucka
got caught like accupuncture patients while our nation is a boat Straight sinkin, I hate thinkin that these the future mommas of our chillun, they fuckin a different nigga every
