me broke, nobody's laughin' but I feel like a joke My wife is there, she's filled with tears, She'll have a new man in five years I got a cold heart,
play my music loud because you know it's got clout to it {It's a trip, it's got a funky beat, and I can bug out to it} (I) A.W.O.L DJ Hurricane When
ever heard A-clappin' and a-stompin' while the guitar's screamin' You better go spread the word Don't forget the Motor City sounds of the day The 'Baby
"at a certain time you gotta cut the music Then you are doing him a disservice and you are doing you a disservice Alright? so let's keep it real
the day And since then there's been a serious change Ya know, I asked Christ to come into my heart And He gave me a brand new start And on top a dat
sticks 'Cause way back in the day they used love a wet baggie Screaming, HORALE, ESE, with them laces on a caddy And you couldn't deny a hit from that
come here and sit down We put on tender roni by mister bobbi brown We waste no time, it was time to do it Put on some james brown so we can get into it
, you wont know what you saw I sit low with a tall can/ in a brown bag With a brown rag, bouncing a brown rag with the Mexican flag and the American
don't get upset 'Til her ass get a facial and a washin? set I'm in a private jet but before the deal Hoes was like, "He's all right but he's not ill"
tell you It's 'bout that time, it's 'bout that time It's 'bout that time, it's 'bout that time It's 'bout that time, it's 'bout that time It's 'bout
Indiana, ain't never coming home. Sitting in a sycamore in St. John's Wood Soakin' day old bread in kerosene He was blue as a robin's egg brown as a hog
Indiana, ain't never coming home. Sitting in a sycamore in St. John's Wood Soaking' day old bread in kerosene He was blue as a robin's egg brown as a
like watching some day old Paint on a train roll by as the rain fall And it's so beautiful it's painful, it's sweet sickness Like picturing the rest
get upset 'Til her ass get a facial and a washin set I'm in a private jet, but before the deal Hoes was like, "He's all right, but he's not I'll! " [
them sticks Cause way back in the day they used love a wet baggie Screaming "HORALE ESE" with them laces on a caddy And you could'nt deny A hit from that
locked up everyday Cops ain't sh-t so I drop that sh-t [? ] make it through the day Grindin for my pay It's that n-gga Tre Bustin like a pistol best believe it
the day And since then there's been a serious change Ya know, I asked Christ to come into my heart And He gave me a brand new start And on top a dat,