This is how we roll We hanging round singing out everything on the radio We light it up with our hands up Yeah this is how we roll And this is how we do We're burning down the night shooting bullets at the moon baby The mix tape's got a little Hank,

Just for you And my arms are open, just for you just for you Golden days, life was play Pain was all a world away We went to school we learned the rules We trusted all they had to say Then life took a turn We had to learn And we can't go back again

Every hood we go through All the gangsters around know my whole crew We hold it down like we 'sposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin them thangs After the VMA's my baby momma cussed my ass out I kicked her ass, we back friends like Puffy

To my neighborhood I said, "Goodbye, so long", to my, my neighborhood 'Cause I'll always, always come back And I know, I know I'll see you again (I'll see you again) My neighborhood (my neighborhood) I left my mother feelin' sick in a bedroom My daddy

They have a hunting season on the rabbit If you shoot him, boy, you go to jail But the season is always open on men Don't nobody need no bail Down in Mississippi Down in Mississippi where I come from Down in Mississippi where I belong

Wait by the door, and light a cigarette If he wants a fight, well, now he's got one And he ain't seen me crazy yet He slapped my face, and he shook me like a rag doll Don't that sound like a real man? I'm going to show him what little girls are made of

Purple in the sky Thought I saw a shooting star Beaming in your haunting eyes Ooh don't keep your love from me No no love on me On that night drive Ooh you're so fine Cruising highway 85 Cruising Highway 85

I'll come a-runnin' like a choo-choo train If you need me, call my name Always love you, always feel the same You told me a lie You made, made me cry I'll always love you 'till the day I die I'm going far away And I'm going, going to stay If you don't

Shoot you with desire My gun's for hire The word is out that I'm about And I've come gunning for you I'm a real entertainer, a mischief maker A lover of no fixed abode Quick draw on the floor No law give you more Sweet talker, lover of sin

This may be hard to swallow That one of us will lose Some of us will the following Some were made to choose Some were hoping Some only sang the blues This may be hard for you Some of us won't make it Some will bear the bruises