I wonder how you'd feel in daylight A million miles of memphis skin A heart from here to eternity And all that meat to keep it in Whatever makes your
lift danger Born with horns fight it I'm the misguided angel Touched by tradgedy I defy gravity Brutal cruel and dark So beautifulfy remarkable Angry Smirf Man
the guests were assembling the champagne like tapwater flowed The men wearing top hats, and fop coats and top coats the women in bustles and bows The
caddies with them bows and racks The new school bens with them bows to match But its the Birdman daddy got them O's of crack A nigga off the diet cause a nigga gettin fat
a part of the game But who's to blame when the clubs getting buck ass wild It's them boys from the A throwing bows in the crowd Keep talking loud and watch it man
them bows and racks The new school bens with them bows to match But its the Birdman daddy got them O's of crack A nigga off the diet cause a nigga gettin fat
em sittin on stuck Drop down to the ground, with them big sounds Four twelves in the back, 'til the windshield cracks Like that, with a fat bass track
Trill Fam., Young Savage you can catch me Fresh kicks, fresh bows, and a fresh tee We two crucial ass hoes yea that's me Look at him his eyes closed he
jacked Where da at? Gettin' 2-way, where da at? In the who-ay Where da at? Talkin' bad but it's still all goo-ey Man, I'm rollin' with the gangsters
But hope's just a word that maybe you said or maybe you heard On some windy corner 'round a wide-angled curve But that's what you need man, and you need
just like the missionaries did, so many years ago They even brought a neon sign:"Jesus is coming" Brought the white man's burden down Brought the white man
sockin' some soul to your ass W Balls, fade 'em off and now we gonna take some callers I wanna dedicate this one to my girl Cheryl Out their man with a fat
Trill Fam. Young Savage you can catch me (catch me) Fresh kicks, fresh bows, and a fresh tee (fresh tee) We two crucial ass hoes yea that's me (that's
But hope's just a word That maybe you said or maybe you heard On some windy corner 'round a wide-angled curve But that's what you need man, and you
2-way; WHERE DEY AT? In the who-ay WHERE DEY AT? Talkin bad but it's still all goo-ey [B.G.] Man I'm rollin with the gangsters, kick it with the
me! {UH! } Call me! {Listen} Call me! (I said I remember) Call me! {Hey} (Call me) Call me! Call meeeeeeeeeeeee! (Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!) [Verse 1: Joell Ortiz] (Awww man
