way out boy im not thinkin bout ya (nah) imma drink without ya cuz my girls are on the way now (ha ay ha ay) yea cuz my girls are on the way now (yea
incarcerated niggaz That stuck in the pin they coming home Gotta stay strong 'cause you ain't alone Remember you always got love from home But still this
a nigga like I?m 6 years old, how the fuck you think this shit gon? grow I?ma tell you how this shit gon? go I?ma hop off in this clean ass triple silver
so cold How do you expectin' our seeds gonna grow? When you trap us in the ghetto And show love, to the other muthafuckers While we right here starvin' at home
with the flag pole And left my mother dear at home with a sad soul Because my mother worked the fingers to the bone Cause we was alone, and me I bought a death home
rolling stone 15 I was grown, 16 I was holding my own Is it wrong to sell you a dream, or sell you a zone A long way from home, on this road I roam Still
knowin dat shella was have da alphabet(damn) Nigga this real different hoods same song one thang about tha get-toe you know it when you back home H town
I'm a grown man struggling To reach the next level of life, without fumbling, down to folding I got no shoulder to lean on but my own, all alone in this
And I was raised on rock, raised on rock Growing up with the guitar men Growing up way too fast Follow the sound of a rock 'n' roll band This call will
this be a dream? There is a voice in my head It belongs to you, it says Don't cry, no need to be sad There's a way to stay with you again It's more
" I dont know no other way but to rap gritty, (Yeah!) Fuck that maybe when im rich, (Fuck that) But untill then where the fuck is my thugs at up in this
pitchin this o That one get split and broke to halves And this one his o And that one is his And this o im baggin and this one This o the last The
? And I sing because I'm happy And I sing because I'm free And this my own little thing, yes, I agree But don't you want your kids to grow up to be just
wearin' my jeans baggy saggy You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky Growed up eatin' Spam sandwiches Sugar water and mayonnaise sandwich Share the room with bout four mo' brothers But one home
I'm happy And I sing because I'm free (I'm free) And this my own little thing yes I agree But don't you want your kids to grow up to be just like me?
Always wearin' my jeans baggy saggy You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky Growed up eatin' spam sandwiches Sugar water and mayonnaise sandwich Share the room with 'bout four more brothers But one home
natural way of life Who am I or they to say to whom you pray ain't right That's who got you doin' right and got you this far Whether you say, "In Jesus
Man named Chico The legal alienaeno, I roll the instrumentals Like Jack I be like Nimble never gentle to a bimbo Not your sex symbol so save that soft stuff for the Care Bears The way