it a day Pour me somethin' tall and strong Make it a hurricane before I go insane It's only half past twelve but I don't care It's five o'clock somewhere
other kids for the fun of it Instead of using their mind or their fist, they put a gun in it Wanna be a part of a clique, don't know who's running it
Jag I got a console full of ammunition and funds Mink roc a wear and some guns Petty in a fresh pair of jumps, blo packs and Bo Jackson And air maxes
I want to tell you a story Once upon a time There were five young guys Hanging in and out of Newcastle, Playing Rhythm and Blues They had nothing to
turn my head, man Somebody's schemin' on a bad plan Tryin' to deal a nigga a bad hand One after the other, harassin' a thugsta At first they try to bring
Oh no, there's got to be a better way Say it again, there's got to be a better way Yeah, what is it good for? War Man has a sense for the discovery of
still a toy You still afraid so I'm still a boy (something for you haters) But as my soul this (something for you haters) Seen many-a solstices and plenty
drunk, grab a *** and chill Eat a meal, then back to the hood for more action Promotin' Red Gone Wild with no backin? Doc get five on the mic like Joe Jackson
bread I got pitbulls hooked on to a sled My block'll riot like they shot Cornbread The Pres'll find a missile with a foreign head KABOOM! Guess who stepped
two eighty five I keep ridin' in a circle The inside of my ride smellin' like a pound of purple Gucci is your time give me five more minutes And a cold
then Rich nigga get high relaxin If I bust a Ben Frank' get some Andrew Jacksons Five twenties for a hundred dollar bill You know the math, let's make a
a champ with a heavy weight rap No emcee could walk like that To a point that paid again and again Saying wouldn't stop till he got a benz I never thought
tryin' to burn me I'd be out on bail If I had a good attorney, wanna label me a criminal and cuff me up Got a pocket full of money so they rough me up
a ride and drop you off on Manchester and Broadway, at half past five Since old people don't trust young niggaz none you gotta be disguised like a senior
fucked up, mentally endangered I can't stay away from a razor, I just want my face in a paper I wish a nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight To awake
cut a rap about the Sucker DJ (echo) Then we cut a rap about the Sucker DJ (echo) Then we cut a rap about the, cut a rap about the Cut a rap about
Japanese Get about eight G's, a heavy buzz overseas Sacrifice a pill to mainstream and do what I believe, cause down to the chromosomes I'm a purist
limp on a limb, slim trim, D I am There I am, don't run from a friend Sight we be right, be polite for the mice Like a like, see sick, see syke And slip