Teaspoon! Come here, come here, hey, hey, hey Hey go get me two of bud and two ounces of yay Muthafuckaz at mah waitin' right now 'cuz
How long can (You see life is like football, you know I'm saying?) Before I to go to jail (You gotta hike the ball and just make happen man)
Can I get real? (I you know you might get tackled, you know what I'm saying?) somebody go and snitch (Then again, you fuck around and make a touch down)
I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, One move, I can be destroyed I the cops, I use a decoy See my motherfuckin' driver, a white boy
I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, One false move, I can be To the cops, I use a decoy You see my motherfuckin' driver, a white boy
All my life I did nothin' but to rely on my gut feelin' Yo name is what? What? I know you from where? I don't mean to seem but you look suspicious
Stop talking drugs on the telephone Stop walking with a of thugs to my home fuckin' up, call me before you come Stop telling these bitches you got it from
How can I sell? The Sheriff departments right the block I have to go to jail Pass my beer so I can this rock
Can I possibly get Pass the tabs the and syringes Before somebody go Before the DEA kick the door of the
I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, One false move I can be I avoid the cops I use a You see my motherfuckin' driver, a white boy
I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, One false move, I can be I avoid the cops, I use a You see my motherfuckin' driver, a white boy
As I bail down the street with my creased Everybody looking at me look like the Havin' conversations my gang assailants Do you think, we police surveillance?
Asking questions suggestions Pulling Smith an' Wessons on strange Cookin' crack up, dollar bills up Hope the cops don't backup, they come man
How long, runnin', stop runnin', can I sell? The Sheriff department's right the block Before I have to go to my beer so I can swallow this rock
Can I get real? Hurry up, the tabs, turnakit and syringes somebody go and snitch Before the DEA the door off the hinges
Maybe I oughta stop sellin' Spend more time my son and my daughter But my life drug me away from my wife She deal with the stress and the strife
The rockin' and the hood rats jockin' The night knockin' the drive way blockin' Late at night I fantasize rappin' But I gotta sell dope it happen For how
Hey, who is that, who is that See you all fuckin' up, I got these Yo man little rich kids comin' here That's I'm saying now
You know they gonna snitch, can't even lie to their parents What the fuck you think they gonna do when the pressure 'em? Get to and shit, Afroman sold it to me mommy He stays there
How long can I The Sheriff right down the block I have to go to jail Pass my so I can swallow this rock
Can I get real? the tabs the turnakit and syringes Before somebody go Before the DEA the door of the hinges
I'm so paranoid, now God lay me down to Before the cops rape, please give me a If they accidently kill me and I escape Pray some white person, gotta tape
Twinkle twinkle little star That like a police car on my dope spot A raid
I not Little homie hold my gun I'm fuckin' run Where I run, I care
Throw dope, anywhere Cops chase me, the hood Straight in to the woods Fly like
I hear, Shepards Freeze, hold it right dealers, nightmare Busted crack, criminal No support
Handcuffs very tight, Baptist jury all They could never be my peers, me twenty years This rap so damn real, I'm glad I gotta deal If I don't sell a mill, could, could happen still a predicament