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