Take me to the farm Get me to the farm Somebody get me to the farm Somebody take me to the farm Buckle up straightjack Insanity is such a drag Jellybean Thorazine Transcendental jet lag Sanity I ain't gonna Feeling like a pifiata

You with your switchblade posse I'll get my guns from the south We'll take to the yard like a cock fight For kicks, who's struttin' now? Huff men don't take no nonsense He's here to rectify He's got his black belt buckle And the red mans fire in his eyes

We, got to get this paper dog anywhere it takes, Be,fore you see a nigga like myself break, even, if it means that we rollin' outta state! Gotta get it at a good rate, get bucks, come home with the weight up! Roll out, straight to the ATL Coming from the

It's just temporary insanity Till I get over what she did to me I'll be heartbroke out of my mind Well I'm flyin' high and feelin' low Drinkin' hard and dancin' slow I'm gonna shine my buckle to George Jones Heartaches are hot on my heels, bartender the

I put the drop on you kid, now I got you You got the heart to get busy without your crew? Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do You buckin' me, I'm buckin' right back at you Now, '94 to '95, innocent without crime (Drop that shit)Yeah, yeah, check

Mi tek weh yuh virginity Yeah yeah yeah you took my So sing for me Memba di fus fuck Memba di first time pussy hurt up Push in a inch it buck and it stuck Yuh run off a cocky and yuh get up and cut Memba di two drop a blood pon yuh frock

Party in the penthouse, atop, passed the fuck out Reminiscing being broke and hoping I would luck out Nowadays I pull hoes, Swinging, never struck out Reinvested everything, just trying to get a buck out Will I ever make it? Felt fear on my life For a

Work work work work Jump in, jump out Work work, bitch you better work! Get buck, get buck Walk that walk (walk) Show me how you move it and you Walk that talk (talk) Let's just snap in to it

My daddy had a Pontiac on the beiger side of yellow He was a young man then and I was a little fella I'd play in that bench back seat and listen to the songs get sung He couldn't carry a tune in a bucket but he'd sing at the top of his lungs Carry On My

Live it up for the weekend Pour it up, have the time of your life Take a shot for the regrets Double up and it's bound to get buck wild Hey ladies, let your hair down We know ain't nobody scared now, hell nah Just do your thing like it's spring break We