They know I got cash, I ain't gotta brag no more (woo, woo, woo, what?) I'm playin' with the money, I just might go snatch the boat (I just might go snatch the boat) I run through the check, but fuck it, the bag is close (bag is close) I don't want your

Shake that ass for a couple digits (for a couple digits) She checkin' bags like she 'bout to trip it ('bout to trip it) Showin' out got er'body attention (er'body) Told her told her, give her what you wannna, want I don't got no patience I ain't no D.O.C

Ex-friends till the end Better off as lovers Best friends And not the other way around Racing through the city Windows down In the back of Yellow-checkered cars I wrote a goodbye note

Celebrate livin' And I want to celebrate I could've been dead I could've been in prison So I'ma celebrate Celebrate ballin' Back then I had no phone Now all these bitches callin' Smoke, drink, blow checks

I got the drink in me goin' back to back They gon' ask if I can play this shit back to back Oh man, oh man Yeah, I learned the game from William Wesley, you can never check me Back to back for the niggas that didn't get the message Back to back like I'm

Well, it seems like, total destruction the only solution There ain't no use, no one can stop them now Check out the real situation Nation war against nation Where did it all begin? When will it end? And there ain't no use no one can stop them now Ain't

He drank ole poison whiskey 'Til it killed him dead. Daddy was a Cajun, raised on Southern land And so my kinfolks tell me, was a street-fightin' man. Well, they rushed him down to see the doctor "Hey doctor, won't you check his head?" The only thing

Who why'all talkin to man? Check it out, check it out This here goes out To all the niggaz that be fuckin mad bitches In other niggaz cribs Thinkin shit is sweet Nigga creep up on your ass, hahaha Live niggaz respect it, check it

Welcome to the new age, to the new age Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive Whoa, oh, oh I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones Enough to make my systems blow I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus

Tomorrow she'll be rollin' down I-10 Baton Rouge, LSU Eighteen years in her rear-view He's got a Friday paycheck lined up, down the block At daddy's shop It ain't much, but it's a job They've been dreadin' this moment all summer long The night before