Why do they always send the poor? Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine Where the fuck are you? Why don't presidents fight the war? Kneeling roses disappearing into Moses' dry mouth Breaking

Brown (brown) paper (paper) bags (bags) (cash) Smashing your hoe on the low and she callin' me dad (smash, dad, smash) Cuffing that bitch when she fucking you going out sad (sad, huh, sad) I had a dream in the pool I was swimming through cash That's your

This is the final boarding call for flight 1259 Departing from Los Angeles final destination to St. Louis Damn G the spot's gettin' hot So how the fuck am I supposed to make a knot? Police looking at niggas through a microscope In L.A. everybody and

I know my purpose European car, it came with curtains (Yeah) I have a daughter, I'm buying her baby Birkin (Baby Birkin) Fucked her good and got her legs hurtin' (Yeah) Found our wave and got them Ms early (Ms) Southside nigga from the dirty-dirty

I work hard every motherfuckin' day-ay-ay-ay I work hard, I work hard every day-ay-ay-ay, yeah But today is my day, it's my day And no matter what they say, it's my day La-la-la-la-la-la, yeah, yeah Roll up to the spot, feelin' real good Think you gon'

Yeah, yeah, yeah Would you hit me? Hear my name, take a good look This could be the day Hold my hand, walk beside me I just need to say What the fuck is this world Running to, you didn't Leave a message, at least I

Two young niggas going too brazy Two bad bitches, I be double datin' Two mad niggas sayin', fuck you, pay me Two houses, I be going too brazy Two young niggas in the coupe, racin' Two young niggas on the block, pacin' Two young niggas, po-po, chasin' Two

Dangerous MC's Bitch grab your tits c'mon Let me know you in the spot Bump your fists, c'mon Thugs tote yo' shit We 'bout to get mo' rich, c'mon Let's close the club, c'mon Fuck the place up, c'mon Shake yo' nasty ass

That's right I'm in it Star fucker That's all them can do We deal with action ting Just a badman thing a dat man do When we roll 'round 'pon your block (I'll be long gone, grab that ass, set your code) That's why I'm in it and I can't get out

What, what, what, what I'm gonna pop some tags Only got twenty dollars in my pocket I, I, I'm hunting, looking for a come-up This is fucking awesome I wear your granddad's clothes I look incredible I'm in this big ass coat From that thrift shop down the