Bring all the family Take all the family Let all the family See all the family Bring all the family out to the holiday While we're all still around Show
Oh, you've got lights they burn out for you And you've got eyes, cocaine, white and blue And now you know is wine and good friends 'Cause luck like yours
junk like I just got jumped Pop the trunk and pull out the shotgun pump Knock wood, it's all good Thank God for vodka But with my luck, I'll probably
To the beat all day and all night long So liten up, to what I'm sayin' I'm a Oaktown mack, bitch I ain't playin' To all the home boys doin' time in the
to do this shit man. Fo the 9-Fever, check it out. *(Chorus- Yuk & Richie)* Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us. T for tech out
hoes represent Twurk sum, twurk sum (Come out) Twurk sum, twurk sum (Come out) Twurk sum, twurk sum (Come out) Twurk sum, twurk sum (Come out) I say them niggas wanna hate, it's all
a cigarette Busted Runnin' in the dead of nite Locked up Back of a black and white Too late Gotta pay the price Luck's runnin' out again Can't you see
clock Speakers on a TV stand Just a turntable to watch Only smoke came out our mouths On all those hooded sweatshirt walks We were a stroke of luck We
The rhythm of water and windows are white Darling, soft as your pillow I'm slowly drowning Go spiralling down as you catch your breath A keychain in your pocket just for luck
I spit bars on the mike then I duck out and if I'm in the place then get the fuck out you come across me blood your lucks out yeah and no I'm jus not
, murder, murder, and kill, kill, kill Left the house, pullin' out the drive backin' out Need a backin' out this lady's Jag started blackin' out Pulled the Mac-10 out
luck with this little Rabbit so fuck it Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm startin' to doubt shit I'm feelin' a little skeptical who I hang out with I look
but you'll find out They'll use you up and spit you out now Your head's spinnin' in diamonds and clouds But pretty soon it turns out You'll be comin
chill If a nigga see you in a hallway they all say Put the hoe out the house out the way Juicy J is the type a nigga that your hoes don't wanna dis White
the Gutfest begin, It seems like sin, my head's startin' to spin, Thinkin' what I'm about to clock, all stops are being yanked out, I'm knockin' stank out
baby shit Make me sick, what you eat don't make me shit Found out the reason they hate me is my God-like presence, must be athiest While all of the frauds
Niggaz up screamin all night Complaining that their handcuffs are too tight Kicking on the cell till they cut out the lights It's like a curse Walk besides white