Yeah, today the big day Been here four years, eleven months and twenty-nine hot ones One more day and I'm a free man walkin Leavin from behind these gates, I paid my debt to the state And ever since they took the weights Wasn't much for a nigga to do but

What, yeah, yeah Black John McClane, Harold the Menace, and the Waterproof With my nigga Bud'da, on the track Golden State Warriors.. Eatin every rapper on the plate Huh, feel me I got three-oh-fo's in three-one-oh

why'all better bewaaaaaaare of us Yeah, Stong Arm Steady One gang, four guns, how the West was won, let's go Jump if you really want it (jump) You'll catch one in yo' stomach (yeah!) When you see the Steady comin {*blam*} Loudmouths is always talkin

Yeah but baby you're the one I need to stay Got a few bad habits babe Before you cause my little heart to break And my drinking baby I can cut down on it too I got to cut you lose now baby Cut down on my smoking babe Cut down on my smoking babe yeah

"Somebody lift me up, yeah And give me a hannnnnd Give me a ride, I'm sliding off the highway There's a curve in the road I don't know when I'm going, crazy" Verbalizin my fiend murder Communicatin while you debatin usin machine squirters Brrap, that

Que no puedo vivir sin sus besos oh oh oh Luna (Luna) Ya dieron la una (Yeah yeh) Quiero confesar que como ella no hay ninguna Ese cuerpito es mío desde la cuna Admítele eh eh eh Que no pensé que esto fuera a terminar Perdón si te hice mal

Yeah-eah-eah-eah And I say yeah-eah They tell me think with my head, not that thing in my chest They got their hands at my neck this time But you're the one that I want, if that's really so wrong Then they don't know what this feeling is like I'll tell

Hola, ¿Quién soy? No sé, se me olvidó Hola, ¿Quién soy? No sé, se me olvidó, ohh-ohh Hola, ¿Quién soy? No sé, se me olvidó, yeah-yeah-yeh Hoy olvidé las coordenadas de mi destino Se me dañó el GPS a mitad de camino Y no sé si me raptaron o estoy perdido

I think it's workin' I think it's workin' yeah It keeps me hummin' Hummin' hummin' yeah Picking at a purple vein He's like a fat man in a little coat Suckin' red vines and rum and coke Singing I like ya jesus but I loves the dope I mighty itty bitty maw

Oh we should sky, sky, sky, skydive, uh I just hope that you sure, uh And I pray we secured, oh yeah High, high, high, high tides, uh You can never be sure, uh I just hope we mean more Life, life, life, life, life They told me don't jump with no plan, mhm