I want channel 8, sometimes Sometimes I get drunk all God damn day Sometimes I wanna go back around the way Sometimes I wanna ride and smoke, sometimes Sometimes I got money and I
clitoris is Of course they gonna know what intercourse is By the time they hit fourth grade They got the Discovery Channel don't they? We ain't nothing
AWOL I worked too hard for this life is serious This ain't bulls-eye, I ain't your target practice So call Mr. Martin, I rarely kill often But in this sound clash, I
we can shoot Game like thugs on your sport channel Take off the du-rag replace it with a thinkin cap If you didn't know tell the bro he should have known
Even though I hurt knee deep inside, man I know I gotta die Hook Verse 3 I know some, dudes that are Christians that produce for the wicked And I know
I'm so thankful I made it through (3x) I sit and think about all the times we did without rain I always said I woudn't cry, when I saw tears in your
I gotcha! Uh-huh, huh! You thought I didn't see ya now didn't ya? Uh Uh-huh, huh! You tried to sneak by me now didn't ya? Hehehe Uh-huh, huh! Now gimme
around to ever read they rights It's how I roll, you know my lifestyle is gold Around the globe, they treat us like Al Capone Wish I didn't need a blunt
[Intro:] [Nun:] Father! Father! I'm so happy that you could come" [Father:] "Why wouldn't I come? I told you I'd be here." [Nun:] "I'm glad you made it
world [Chorus:] I so confused I can't tell the dudes from the chicks I so confused I can't tell the chicks from the dudes I so confused I can't tell
pen I replace it with one I figured was greater The first acceptable line finally hits the paper several hours later I was tired but couldn't rest till I
Tech broke itallic syllabalic attacks Trying to see while I If you see it I'll be here You want these MCs lyrically back smacks Why wait, I didn't
only fourteen, I'm doin' what I want and can't nobody say a thing, And it seems like I'm out of control, I don't know where I'm headed, the Land of the
level of my view dropped They braised me but it didn't phase me I fired back and hit two cops Yo I rumble through the jungle like Indiana Jones with
in Fallen Half crazy but I know the Devil's real Shit, I should know I signed a record deal [Chorus:] The greatest trick ever performed Wasn't by Harry
shit I can't fuck with them mixtape niggaz A lot of them New York DJ's are jealous I don't give a FUCK about Funkmaster Flex He don't give a FUCK about
terrorize emcees, don't you know Moving my hand like I'm playing the piano Don't touch the dial, don't change the channel Don't let me hear you say I ain't debonair I
go AWOL I worked too hard, for this life is serious This ain't bulls-eye, I ain't your target practice So call Mr. Martin, I rarely kill often But in
