I remember the days When very few were out Show were runned by a bunch of tough guy fucks Where all were afraid Boys & girls alike Just imagine
stuff Hussle hussle [Verse 2:] I got Slauson on my back Ed Hardy on my hip Weight of the world on my shoulders Gold rolly on my wrist Neighbor hood chucks
He Joke Like DeRay My Heat Like D. Wade Shots To His Face Make Him Sing Like T-Pain Stuff Him In The Trunk Then I Dump The Remains Now Days All That
Joke Like D-Ray My Heat Like D. Wade Shots To His Face Make Him Sing Like T-Pain Stuff Him In The Trunk Then I Dump The Remains Nowa Days All That Rappin
out my naked eye and with this.. my mask of sanity's about to slip!) Sittin in my room with a razor blade Thinkin all my days are played as much as my