the nights we stayed up all too late The red and white stripes, they would blend Them warm, washed-out lips Ripped magazines to you is all I could send Troubled
fan the fire Come on along Little children starving in foreign land, talk about it, brother Oh, man afraid to take his brother's hand (Fan the fire, fan the fire) Woman in trouble
went out into the big green meadow. On the branch of a big tree sat a little bird. ``All is quiet'', said the bird. ``Holy cow! A talking bird!'', thought
stomach Skull on my chest, nine millimeter in my pocket Ready to buck on the crowd As long as that one little nigga Sagging and bragging and talking loud Talking
City that's right Hood down, hands up Red 'Lord Of The Ring' clean, lookin' for that precious I'm talking weed and women when the trouble come I'm 'bout
We talk shit 'cause we are the shit Never looked back since we started it When y'all want heat, we provide it, ride it 'Til the wheels fall of, shaking
't you worry Ghetto life (Talkin' 'bout ghetto life) Talking 'bout ghetto life Ghetto life, baby (Talkin' 'bout ghetto life) Life, life Ghetto life, la la, la la, life (Talkin
when I see a sexy girl Say suga you look like a winner, let's have dinner tonight Escape your troubles and take a flight over night To the land of the
B E T This is a celebration all across the land Light the fireworks, bring out the marching band Uncle L, I love the heart land South Carolina, they
Bubba, hubba lubba dubba dilly Tell me why you talk so silly, bitch You sound like you come from the land of the bigots Jolly old Dickens, the land of
Mother, oh Mother, he asked me to marry He asked for my hand in the fall But Mother, oh Mother, you said child be wary When a sweet talking man comes
so high Roll up and feel the vibe Lay back, enjoy the ride Inhale, deep inside Exhale, we so high (High) [Trick Daddy - talking through-out hook] Love
They done did it to theyselves man I tell ya'll what's goin' down Yo, eh yo, you see him, Cam in the BM Wit the Koreans, to G 'em, for land in Korea
Cold sweats from bad dreams I hope the Feds don't grab the team 'Cause we been labeled as the trouble makers We sell whole pies so you ain't got to cut
Oh, I'm having trouble with the language Having trouble getting through Haven't learned my lessons well So I don't know what to do Having trouble with
they squint our eyes To waterfalls, begin the talks Unshift the skin to freeze the spell It comforts me, leaning toward the breeze Warning, warning They're out to clone the land
asshole Oh, the worst bar in the land! Always closing, always closing Can't punch a bar, cause you'll hurt your hand I went home to forget about my troubles
