something more Real with arms and legs so I can walk away and stay away forever and some more I'll stick around and watch this town fall down to it's knees You
more Real with arms and legs so I can walk away and stay away forever and some more I'll stick around and watch this town fall down to it's knees You
of colors and shit On the dance floor, openin' up rubbers and shit And I'm tongue kissin' with somebody else bitch And I hear voices sayin', "YoU cAn
chart At ten you're fucked At nine you suck At eight you're a sucker At seven-a mothafucka At six you're slapped At five you're just wacked At four you
m that nigga in the gambling spot Cracking jokes and drinking liquor You still gotta hand me your watch I'm in the kitchen with the pans and the pots
trouble, you know what I'm sayin Fire let me holla at this ho Yo bitch, they told me if you knew better, you'd choose better You know? You think long,
and white Can you see that? (See that) UGK for life is more than a tatoo Disrespect, we comin' at you Me, Wayne {Akon and Glasses} [Chorus] [Verse 3
and living God not a mystery spook And when you do that, persue that goal Which made the student enroll And only then you'll prosper [Chorus x2] [Kasim
's act and and catch one [Verse2] Yo all the money and the gunz is nothin to me Cuz I could withstand the challenge within or without me Am I right, youngblood? If not, correct me
saying? 'Tile let me holla at this hoe Yo bitch, they told me if you knew better You choose better, you know? You think wrong, you think wrong, bitch Problem is, bitch, you
share When you walked through the door you were queer to me So come here, baby boy, just come here to me You're a cock boy, everybody wants you You're gayer than you
, act and and catch one Yo, all the money and the gunz is nothin' to me ?Coz I could withstand the challenge within' or without me Am I right, youngblood? If not, correct me
me? [Mannie] I'm in the club seein' all kind of colors and shit On the dance floor, openin' up rubbers and shit And I'm tongue kissin' with somebody
the chart At ten you're fucked At nine you suck At eight you're a sucker At seven-a mothafucka At six you're slapped At five you're just wacked At four
a star. And the audience loves me. And I love the audience and they love me for loving them. And I love them for loving me. And we jus to love each other
And you won't need 'A Weekend At Bernie's' If you trying to see a 'Dead Man Walking' I guess it's left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off *****
