and you still feelin' groggy, yeah Heads foggy like cereal that?s soggy, yeah You pack a bowl, but you can't find your lighter still [Unverified] somebody
bone so you can brag to all your homies now But I still mess with a big girl, though you ain't fit girl I'll still hit girl 1 and you brought 2 friends
ten body guards Quiet stormin', we still countin' enourmous odds One enter this shit, in a sence represent Just the sun drenched the Gods up Kept his law start date
somethin', 1970 somethin' 1970 somethin', 1970 somethin' 1970 somethin', 1970 somethin' 1970 somthin' 1970 somethin', nigga I don't sweat the date,
incarcerated but college educated As soon the Albany I was a full time student part time emcee At the time raw shack was the place to be Living on judge
you probably (The Low End Theory) {"Put some money on it"} You still doin shows for fifty seats Still writin rhymes 'bout LeBron that's with the Heat Still
Nineteen-seventy somethin', nigga I don't sweat the date My moms is late so I had to plan my escape Out the skins, in this world of fly girls Tanqueray
was smooth, plottin' while he gamin' you So baby, peep tha rules I shoulda seen it in the first case, the worst case I shoulda never called you back in the first
By the time I was nine, I was outta my mind My step pops didn't like me beat me outta my mind Ten and eleven the same I never would change He still
I FEEL THA PAIN BUT I WON'T COMPLAIN I'LL SIT AND WATCH THA RAIN START THINKIN REMINISCING BOUT THEM TIMES WE USE TO HAVE ALL THA TIME WE STILL BE HAVING
, hanging, and firing squad Midnight tonight will mark the first execution Death waits in my cell I can smell him Somebody tell him that I still breathe
gone that can only mean that it won't be long (violent j)-we did it i'm still keepin it real put triple dog dates on ferris wheels strap my coffin up
, "You'll forget in time" As the years went slowly by She still preyed upon his mind He kept her picture on his wall Went half crazy now and then He still
feel, never go wit the grain It's Tony Touch and B-Real still goin' insane Mi Vida Loca, get blast Money moves, you snooze you loose Punk nigga, you know the rules We strike first
I wonder how long before the herd dies Today I heard the earth cry for the first time It was the worst time, it was the worst time The way I heard the
Thursday night, overseas Y'all fuck up it's worth they life Huh, you niggaz heard me right Ugh, for that Persian white I go to church of Christ, search a life First
to win, plus still I remain up in The hood I came up in, but the hood I came up in Fucked since Bush done came up in, yup From my date of birth hun' '