It's the end of the lookin' for some satisfaction I just me a girl Every motherfucker with some weed passin'
It's the end of the All my fuckin' homies, chasin' G's, ain't It hard to explain
Came in the game with a few dollars, I left the game with a few That's the way I woulda retired from this rap fo' real Get a distribution deal, up some of this dirty scrill Live up on the hill, like E-40 end of my history
Showin' some love to all of my thugs, all of my incarcerated Liftin' waterbacks and drinkin' mud, the yard with they elbow up Poppy crushed up, big A and little A My cousin Freddy Smith and Mack North, see ya when you down
Man I'm doin' alright, I your call the other day But I got yo' kite, you my cousin Such and done, got back on the pipe took her down the other night for tryin' to steal a bike Anyway, we walkin' on, man, I wait 'til y'all get home
Man there's so many funny style ass negroes on earth The ones gone, hoe shit, lead to mo' shit Gats is cheap, man, ain't no mo' money out here Man I'm one of the last of the
the end of the world Everybody's lookin' for satisfaction I just want me a Every with some weed start passin'
It's the end of the All my fuckin' homies chasin' G's, nothin' It ain't to explain My pop this off the world, keep stackin
Uhh, I ain't tryin' to be in a [Incomprehensible] For whatever it's worth, get off first him than me though, I done got down on fools befo' Come with the package, 'specially when you're out there pitchin'
I wear these glasses to look like a nerd, square off like Movin' too fast like turbo, gotta slow it down like Scrillionaire, millionaire, obstacles and hurdles There's 'bout my circle
Surrounded by Saggitarius, not too many Just and Aries, like Like right now, I'm in the local booth, slugger? Hey, Pimp Juice, ya Oh fo' sho', Fa shiggadale
You got some tweak? Nope, I smoked it to the The Yeah, 'cuz o, the fingernails Man, I'm so high right now that I can barely even Barely On the real pimpin', I can't tell Pimpin', you I, yeah, mayn I'm drunk as hell
It's the end of the Everybody's lookin' for satisfaction I just want me a Every motherfucker with weed start passin'
the end of the game All my fuckin' homies chasin' G's, nothin' It hard to explain My gunspray'll pop this off the world, keep
about a quarter after nine, I know, I opened up A with that line before, but I'ma say it one mo' time I I drunk too much wine Anybody got a Motrin? I feel like my head's
Wakin' up in the mornin', squeezin' and fartin' and a joint to the dome and Talkin' on my burnt out phone and to my breakin' that ain't knowin' To my mistress be hoein', my mistress broad, that's hoein'
In lieu of my pregnant broad showin', glarin' and glowin' Ready to drop the load explode, sittin' on the porch, lightin' a Puffin' on a clove, in and out of church, and forth Hustlin' mode, run back in on that turf, sellin' that Nerf
That soft, white, rocky road, danglin' for danglin' gangland Manglin', set you up and bangin', The park in the game rainin', off there drinkin' and thinkin' Chokin' and and flamin', barely maintainin' Hopin' and wishin' and dreamin', the Lord'll let me his kingdom
the end of the world Everybody's lookin' for satisfaction I just want me a Every motherfucker with weed start passin'
the end of the game All my fuckin' homies chasin' G's, nothin' It ain't to explain My gunspray'll pop off the world, keep stackin
the end of the world Everybody's lookin' for some I want me a girl Every with some weed start passin'
It's the end of the All my fuckin' homies G's, ain't nothin' It ain't hard to My gunspray'll pop this off the world, stackin