Told mama I'm a thug nigga, drug dealer, gang banger, young nigga I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy) Bandana and some low cuts Still trap the 4 Don't trip I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy) Now I got that money, everybody love me I'm a thug

I got my shades on, top back, Rolling with the music jacked, One on onthe wheel, one around you baby There's a chance we can get Sure enough Tangled up, Laid back and lazy

Clouds and clowns You don't have to come down Tell it like it is You don't have to die before you live Life, woo ooo, life, woo ooo You might get angry sometimes But don't let it turn you around All you gotta do is get your livin' now

Where do we go? Oh, when love is gone Where does it go? I've gotta know Can we work it out? Can we just work it out? Scream and shout 'till we work it out? And after all this time Hanging on onto the dead lights

Don't want no paper gangsta Won't sign away my life to Someone whose got the flavor But don't have no follow through Wont sign no monkey papers I don't do funny business Not interested in fakers 'Cause I do not accept any less

I've been rollin' on the freeway I've been riding 85 I've been thinking way too much And I'm way too gone to drive I got anger in my chest I got millions on onmy mind And you didn't fit the picture So I guess you weren't the vibe I come through with

Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late, Too late to make the change. Oh, you got to leave this town before it's... Too late, too late to make the change Too late to make the change See the stop-light turn-in' red, Don't you listen to what it's

Crying lightning And twisted and deranged Your past-times, consisted of the strange And I hate that little game you had called Outside the cafe by the cracker factory You were practicing a magic trick And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed On

I got a hangover, oh, I've been drinking too much for sure I got a hangover, oh, I got an empty cup pour me some more And I can drink until I throw up, eh And I don't ever ever want to grow up, eh I wanna keep it going, keep keep it going, come on onI got

Hang around a lot of gang bangin' ass niggas Crip, Blood, blue or red, what you bang, nigga? You might got a pistol but this stick is way bigger I call it KKK, 'cause my choppa hate niggas Issa Nightmare on onElm Street A Nightmare on onElm Street I can show