t mind, but what do you mean I am the one Who will dance on the floor in the round She said I am the one who will dance on the floor in the round [
I'll never stop I don't give a fuck If it's me against a million billion of y'all, mother fuckers I will never stop I bust six out the roof of my Bentley
the transome got rotten A piece of my childhood that will never be forgotten It was just an old plywood boat With a '75 Johnson with electric choke A young
't leavin' traces here to Redder-Dip I'm aimin' a automatic find a bitch I'm hangin' up Protainin' up, boss strangler, better save my mother Flat packs will
t leavin' traces here to Redder-Dip I'm aimin' a - automatic find a bitch I'm hangin' up Protainin' up, boss strangler, better save my mother Flat packs will
I saw a dried up river and a rich man Turning on a garden hose I see a young man picking up a gun I guess that's where the money goes, yeah Am I just
But I just can't believe they really mean to There's someone, to tell you and I just can't Believe our song will leave you Skyline teacher, warland
detectives yeah yeah now check the method They be asking us questions, harass and arrest us Saying, "We eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast" Huh? Ya'll eat pieces
won't you please be patient with me for a time? While I gaze into the mysteries of your mind Who knows what I'll find I hope that there will be some simple piece
through the sweet night breeze where ever life leads Anything's better besides a tight squeeze, sliced cheese Even my pieces put your nice V's dress precisely Hoping soon will
the transom got rotten A piece of my childhood that will never be forgotten It was just an old plywood boat With a 75 Johnson, with electric choke A young
to come by and I ain't no bitch nigga Shit been in some robberies and walkbys And you don't want that, neither do I But I will, I will 'cause I'm a hustler
folks And they like somebody won't go home It's sad 'cause its sadder for us What about our boys and young girls In their wicked young world? Coming
generations will it take To cut the stream of blood? I hear voices that spin inside my head It's your voice that counts so much Here comes the young
't give a fuck about pull out cockbacks Spin a muthahfucker out, empty his chest Leave your muthafucker whip a mess All over the dashboard, in backseat pieces
use my head and I fed niggaz something nutritious But you will appreciate what a sacrifice this is And I know you ambitious young men, you have my best wishes Have a piece
