You'll find another life to live That's true, that's right She's sipping Moet, and yeah yeah I swear it gets her wetter My Louboutins new, so my bottoms they is redder No I'm not a rat but I'm all about my cheddar Just talked to your homie she said we should

Because the night life It ain't no good life but it's my life When that ev'nin' sun goes down Yeah, Yeah, you'll find me hangin' around Yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah listen to the blues Listen to what they're sayin' Oh, please listen to the blues Listen to the blues

Uh, mic check 1-2 (Go get 'em) Listen close, nigga, yeah Uh, if rappers want it, they can get it Flow tighter than four fat bitches sittin' in a Civic My flows are unimaginable, Hannibal Lecter shit Eatin' emcees for breakfast, bitch Since I was born to

Won't do you no good It won't do you no good Can't fight the temptation When you get the vibration And I said kiss your baby goodbye Come on, love, it's alright! Heaven knows they wanna break you apart, yeah Kiss your baby goodbye

Now here it is, three o'clock in the morning, oh can't even close my eyes. yeah It's three o'clock in the morning baby, oh, I can't even close my eyes Well, I can't find my baby, keep on lookin' be satisfied I've looked around me, people, hey, hey, and my

We're a disaster, yeah you know it's true All of my friends, I love my friends We've got each other, don't need no others We're a disaster All my friends are, they're on vacation But I'm just stuck here in this parking lot Well, looking for a mirror, I'm

Till they set you free I don't want to see you, yeah Is this the end of the beginning? Or the beginning of the end? Losing control or are you winning? Is your life real or just pretend? Reanimation of the sequence Rewinds the future to the past To find

Pockets too big, they sumo (what?) Pockets too big, they sumo (hoo) You niggas act too culo (culo) You a nerd, no Chad Hugo (hoo) Pockets too big, they sumo (yeah) Pull a nigga card like Uno (hoo) Flip a nigga shit like Judo (huh?) Pull a nigga card like

Yeah, hey, hey, what's up girl? Angel eyes, long hair, I see you cryin', what's wrong there "He did what? He fucked who?", we know the story, what's new? See I could probably rush you, tell you that he shoulda loved you Take advantage, fuck you, tell you I'll

Yeah, were kings and queens Cruising South Jackson Street Riding up and down that all night merry go round Just more of the same old same Making memories with time to waste And it ran out we took One last lap around this town Hey it was bumper to bumper