, there's no blacks in the future You better wake up before you're in over your head Tomorrow, you'll be screaming, "Wake me when I'm dead" (Wake up)
cowgirl Lock up the medicine chest This wild wild woman is way out west Spaced cowgirl Lock up the reins and the spurs None of you cowboys are true to her Well, you
a dream But you can't wake up, wettin' a chest you bless Chokin' off your own blood Don't blame me you brought your own death Aiyo Noyd, it's on you, what you
Still somehow I believe, we always survive, but why? To my dogs wherever you are Whattup Big? You know shit is rough after you slid You in God's hands
catch me flickin' it up with von in the bay Then it's off to the wake up show with tech and sway Or big nat and foot out in VA It's damn near tradition
daring kids to shoot ya According to the Jetsons, there's no blacks in the future you better wake up before you're in over your head Tomorrow, you'll be screaming wake
, now you drinkin' Moe 'Cuz you livin' ain't no reason for you to be shittin', fagot Word, fagot ass, go getcha guns Some nights I wake up out my sleep
Hop Drunkies" Yo you don't know man? "The L dot A dot" Yo You don't know man? (x2) Verse 1: Give thanks that's what I say when I wake Another
from the waist down Hit up, lit up, he never gonna get up There's only one legend alive The rest you gotta dig up You acting like it's hard roast ya
getting tired of you talkin about who you shot I'll use another six bars to tell you who you not You ain't 50 Cent, he went out like a gangsta You went out
tired of you talkin about who you shot I'll use another six bars to tell you who you not You ain't 50 Cent, he went out like a gangsta You went out with
of life After thousands of years, what a face to wake up to He holds back a sigh As she touches his arm She dusts off the bed where til now he's been
sing a song for you, you stood still so you'll lose it This is our heartbeat, our words are so sweet I cannot wake from you, you will not ever wake from
you are And you know that we know what you are Awful atoll O, incalculable indiscreetness and sorrow! Bawl, bellow: Sibyl sea-cow, all done up in a
feeling nothing from the waist down Hit up, lit up, he never gonna get up There's only one legend alive The rest you gotta dig up You acting like it's
all started in the mexican streets and ended up in east L.A. blocks that's where the love was released. me and doob, world products of those immigrant antique ways where men are
or the hood what you wanna do (hey) C.O.B. lil' nigga you don't want it foo The new west coming through Lil' niggas what you gone do I see these niggas