(Well, alright) Oh
Many, many if I knew the way to go I thought I knew the answer, it I wouldn't, so I and I picked, for the label I searched I and I tripped for the pop, it didn't work
So now I the stage of my what? 3rd comeback Now I know the tricks of the trade and the slum's at to the chest, buckshots from the guage Page page King Tee takes the rage
Lord have when I pick up my pen I ask the Lord to forgive me for my sins 'Cause I get when I get trucked There go gunshots, wait, I gotta duck (Get down, fool, get down)
What everybody fo'? (Aww shit!) Can't the plug of a .38 slug Can't take the drug from the thug So I'ma loose and do a flip-flop top And land on my feet and a drunk tekneek
Couldn't a straight line, ladies and gentlemen I couldn't a straight line if you let me crawl to the side, I know I'm drunk, man Leanin' to the side, everywhere Well, alright, wants to get up
M-M-MC's seem to get souped they group With a big but see, none of them is game For the royal, loyal, the one that yo Coupe De Ville when you you could chill
On my street, with your freak, to me, the freak Played out along the week and fell in the creek So I'ma put my crown upon the And do it just for the with the jeeps
I know you scared, I got a criminal path For a laugh I watch devils get by Shaft has a mack-10, E-Swift's in the Benz with a glock Takin' young girl's cock
I that geno-St. Ides by the stack Never smoked crack but I a lotta 'yac by the cup, grabbin' my nuts to the beat Hey yo, it's the drunk