What's up, Fresh? It's our turn, baby Gator Boots, with the pimped out Gucci suit Ain't got no job but I stay sharp Can't pay my rent 'cause all my money
off the avenue turning into gold dust at my feet Carlos and Yolanda dancing in the hallway To an old melody Spanish eyes and soft brown curls My love, my
many girls they sugar They want to kiss me Anyway my life is sweet My girl is neat I know the streets Girls jumping at my feet Well my brides are few
my mind Control my worries Fix my thoughts Throw my hopes Like a juggernaut walks Now let-down souls Can't feel no rhythm Sorry entertainers Like aerobics victims Hybrid people Light
talk to my brain cell Gut-bucket and a bottle of paint It's like the schoolhouse lights Will never turn on again 'Til the bottom wears off Of these high-heeled boots
a fiend One last kiss from my sweet serpentine Eliminate, break navigate to rejuvenate Thoughts of suicide with my nickel plate Reconciliation came from my
white trash My pockets can't hold all my cash 'Cause one day I stopped to pee Got some gas and won the lottery Now I'm investin? in my neighborhood My
, lonely road I was on my way to Mobile for a big New Year's eve show I stopped for just a minute to see a friend outside of town Put my collar up, I
light Rich today, be broke tonight I duck the pin 'cuz I seek the light On my grind, my grind's my life My life's my hood, my home is slums My boys
porch 'till the lights come on (do it a) And when I woke up in the mornin' and my bike was gone (let's do it again) I was sick to my stomach, couldn'
The D.A. does the hey and he agrees the court fuckin up Hey, the redneck judge caught a boot A nigga like the Brad cuz a nigga like the brad shoots Don't be afraid my
I'll be pulling it down in a minute How long will it take before you screamin' my name Oh baby, you should rip off my clothes and get naked I'll be like
devil Never bought the bitch product You ain't gettin' notta Pam won't light, I'm going light it hotta Then a slug from my 4 pound Like sum pretty pussy
tension ease the tension Look pon it like a loan Gal this ain't no tax collection check mi diction Mi nah lef out mi boots and mi nah lef my protection
fuck something [Verse 1] Check it You lookin dope in your Dolce Gabbana boots Ma there ain't nuthin I can't do, huh The motion's in the oceans My dick
again I've come to learn whatever time I can find to spend Taking flight into whatever light we bend Out on the street I get a beat and then I turn it to ten Lace boots
a Schwinn bike When in dim light I use insight to enlight Device up in da skin tight Words of wisdom wail from my windpipe Imaginations in flight I send light
, I'll play librarian Cause see I want it quiet in here... I Mark a Markyiana a bunch of funky Uncle Thomases Play like Christopher Williams cause I gotta keep my promises to stick to my