Those feelings that I don't want Are slowly coming back The days are now not much more than a haunt My sight is turning a cancerous black A tidal
party (doin what?) Feelin smooth, drinkin Coke and Bacardi I seen her on the scene, lookin lean This beauty queen - her name? Janine I was about to push up but before I can think she looked
slippin', drinkin' all that fancy liquor Alazay and Crystal, sip it up, think that niggas' drunk now Stick 'em up and give it up, I'm jackin' all niggas
all day 7-11 turf for even a lil warmed up in the microwave Hillside for life, always been about my bread Look up to Alick, Rick Young, Too-Shay, Ju Ju
bro Let it tell it from my perspective, you smell me? Look here I just wanna spit a few bars Listen up, family Listen [Verse 2: E-40] Lookin back before
drugs With a buzz-well wireless (plant what?) and plant buds Where the drommers drift (what they smoke?) and smoke pot Where they crawl on the rug (looking for what?) looking
do a skit, then she hit my producer (Oh) Not whatcha used to, I'm looser Ya need to stop fuckin' with them losers, now who's up The mystic ruler, grand
be screwing Man hold up... [Lil' Flip] Put the mic up, I'ma let y'all know I'm the Freestyle King Got more ice than Dairy Queen, I pull up very clean
and found all your snow Your boys set you up, like Johnny Depp in Blow You got nowhere to go, your cash flow is low Guess who you looking fo', you at
E.S.G. and Big H.A.W.K., got boys under our wings I'm about to let 'em up, Lamborgini with screens What you mean you can't dance, to the Screwed Up Click
rats they act fly, classy hoes that act shy I wonder why it's like that, they peeping me like Fat Pat But I just hit the kitty cat, and tell them hoes
ass hoes, I spot them quick, break they ass, and feed them dick Other than that they don't get shit Man I can't stand no messy bitch Fucking up my high
(feat. Lil' O) [Talking] Southside, H.A.W.K. Throw them hands up [H.A.W.K.] I'm a H-Town nigga, representing Southside Sitting on chrome, and my body
see the fat rat man you stop and look (uh-huh) You need work call fat rat he got them books (uh-huh) You better not try to jack fat rat got them crooks
they be pealing It's Screwed Up Click, you get screwed up quick Get your ass mixed up, in some screwed up shit But I blew up quick, though I lost a few
A million times Or even more even more and more Know your lines; recite them in your head Repeat them on and on and once more after that Know your lines, repeat them
And when its getting real good better pull it out When niggas front don't give up my brother sweat it out [chorus:] And don't smoke what you don't roll up
All of my friends tell me that they wanna visit Hawaii, It must seem pretty beautiful there away from smoggy city air, But the last time I went home
