Why'd you come in here lookin' like that All decked out like a cowgirl's dream In your high heeled boots and your painted-on jeans When you could stop traffic in a gunney sack Why you're almost givin' me a heart attack When you waltz right in here

Ounce in my pocket, ducking the cops Came from the bottom now I get high at the top Early morning cutting corners Rolling up this marijuana Stole it straight from California homie what do you got on it? My cup holder filled with Tropicana Couple grams of

They can't stop me now I spit on the streets in San Called the record and company man My enthusiasm filled the room I was young and I was keen With the devil in my stream As I hollowed at an old blues tune We can't sign your sign

Selling hope to the hopeless, ready to bleed them dry, and take their dignity So get up on your stage and say they need what you have, When your words mean nothing to you or me We know that you're faking it You may have them fooled Will they see it's

Let me take you there Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face And stars fill my dream I'm a traveler of both time and space To be where I have been To sit with elders of the gentle race This world has seldom seen They talk of days for which they sit and

(I chew on a piece of your custard pie) Drop down, baby, let your daddy see Drop down, mama, just dream of me Well, my mama allow me to fool around all night long Well, I may look like I'm crazy, I should know right from wrong See me comin', throw your

I'm standing in the shadow of the hill Feel the fear everywhere Hope it don't get me killed I'm standing in the shadow walking blind I've been unfair & unkind Turned away from your suffering far too many times Now I'm standing in the shadow walking blind

Mama, just killed a man Put a gun against his head Pulled my trigger, now he's dead Mama, life had just begun But now I've gone and thrown it all away Didn't mean to make you cry If I'm not back again this time tomorrow Carry on, carry on

I drive away from your house, chasin' butterflies out Girl, I don't know how you do it Roll the radio down, say "I love you" out loud Man, I think I'm 'bout to lose it Ain't my thing to jump the gun, But I called my dad and said "She's the one" Said

Put your hands up in the air Shinin', grindin' on the shine Flip it all the time When we hustlin', Young Money gunnin' Cash Money flippin', shit them every time When we grindin' 'cause we gettin', flippin' the change range And doin' different thangs,