I wake up late every morning Managers calling, I?m still yawning Get up wake up hair and makeups Waiting for you don?t be stalling This performance
I wake up late every morning managers calling im still yawning Get up wake up hair and makeups Waiting for you don't be stalling This performance is important
talking about everybody getting crunk, crunk Boys tryin' to touch my junk, junk Gonna smack him if he getting too drunk, drunk Now, now, we go until they kick us out, out
Wake up in the mornin' feelin' like P- Diddy (Hey what's up girl) Grab ma glasses I'm out the door I'm gonna hit the city (Let's go) Before I leave brush
You know tonight, I am feeling a little out control is this me, you wanna get crazy, because I don't give a... 1ST VERSE I'm out of character, I'm in
out and have your fun tonight You might as well go out and raise your glass to life Go out and have your fun tonight You might as well go out and raise
They think we're hard on our sons But we gotta teach our boys how to be a man They only know when they walk out the door When they walk out the door
bad as hell I'm sick of spendin' nights in jail I want to be free, ohh yeah (And that's the truth) I want to be free, ohh yeah Got out of jail about
All we want is the money I keep 'em bro wake up one morning And, with some money to spend, they go crazy I'm goin' to tell you a story in stereo About
[Yukmouth] Welcome Little boys and girls, listen A man can get caught up in things (Right) It's like a gridlock (Right) He gots ta have it (ugh ugh),
me my wine We haven't had that spirit here since 1969 And still those voices are calling from far away Wake you up in the middle of the night just to
Say, this is the realist shit I ever wrote or I said Wake up with it everyday and take it with me to bed Hurting my heart and hanging over my head 'Bout
John Brown If he come through town He will be shot down 'pon sight 'pon day 'pon night He'll be dead upon the river With them boxy boys And them in for
nine Almost died, in Camp Jay, n****, ride or cry Cream has suicide attempts, precious took his own life White boys can't handle the pain at night You
a popular guy If you don't know yet You're gonna find out why With a place with Elm Street Late one night I know you like a ghost town I wanted to fight
of silly games And all the drama got me stressin' like I'm hopeless, I can't cope Me and the homies smokin' roaches, 'cause we broke Late night, hangin' out
The beast lives out of the raging storm in the dead of night The ravenous, blood-sick creatures searches for it's sacrifice Through the hideous darkness