Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times They can be fucking with other niggas shit, but they can't be fucking with mine I was raised in the hood called what the diffrence The brothers in the hood be chivalrous So I rest defense on my ligaments Pistol

I am going, I am going Where streams of whiskey are flowing Any which way the wind may be blowing Last night as I slept I dreamt I met with Behan I shook him by the hand and we passed the time of day When questioned on his views On the crux of life's

And the thing that gets to me Is you'll never really see And the thing that freaks me out Is I'll always be in doubt Woo hoo hoo hoo hoo It's the animal, it's the animal, it's the animal instinct in me Suddenly something has happened to me As I was having my cup

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) Tay Keith, this too hard Ring, ring, ring, we drip too hard, ayy (Run that back, Turbo) I got a 19 and it fold in my pocket And I'm gettin' by, let 'em choose sides We get M's in by the shoe size I don’t fuck with y'all

Stay Dangerous Hop in the coupe, subtract the roof, like what it do? Heard you don't like neither, nigga fuck it, too Heard you tryna wife her up, I'm tryna pipe her loose All my niggas got stripes (rah!), sabertooth Big P's, Big B's, nigga, suu whoop

At the Conway Motor Inn It was a Friday night, late fall After a high school football game Yeah they made love for the first time, I've been here forever, 1959 My name is on the front door, they call me 205 They snuck away, in a beat up Chevrolet Till

I wanna be living for the love of you All that I'm giving is for the love of you Hmm Huh Hoo Hoo hoo hoo hey baby I'm looking for you Drifting on a memory Ain't no place I'd rather be Than with you, loving you Day will make a way for night All we'll need is

Had to have high, high hopes for a living Always had high, high hopes Shooting for the stars when I couldn't make a killing Didn't have a dime but I always had a vision Didn't know how but I always had a feeling I was gonna be that one in a million We

Down in Jungleland The Rangers had a homecoming In Harlem late last night And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine Over the Jersey state line Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain The Rat pulls into

On est focus sur nos dièses Le premier qui bouge, on le baise Personne ne touche à nos dièses Dans ma banlieue, c'est la guérilla (guérilla) Et ça pue le crime dans le hood, everyday je prends une arme (prends une arme) Cassage de gueule, t'inquiète pas,