I pop beans, I don't eat food (Yeah) I don't need you, I don't need school (Ooh) I sip lean in my classroom (Brr) Left wrist cost a Bentley coupe (Ooh) Drop 10 Xans in Wonton soup (Huh?) Your bitch give me top like a drop top coupe (Yeah) Ask my teacher

I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy I shot the sheriff, but I swear it was in self-defense I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy, oh no All around in my home town They're trying to track me down They say they want to bring me

I live a dark life, I don't let people in They say I smoke too much, but this my medicine Don't get the wrong impression, I'm 'bout my presidents Rock star my life, look at the evidence And would you shoot for me? 'Cause I would kill for you I like the

Knock me down nine times but I get up ten Look myself in the mirror, I say we gon' win Look, they gave a bitch two options: strippin' or lose Used to dance in a club right across from my school I said "dance" not "fuck", don't get it confused Had to set

Sunshine day Everybody’s laughing Everybody’s singing Everybody, move your hair and feel united Everybody, shake your hair and feel united Yeah! Everybody's coming to the celebration I'mma hook you up with the invitation Let your hair swing and party

Blame it on the streets Don't blame my mama Don't blame my liquor Shootouts in broad daylight, South Central zoo life Young nigga goin' hard, hustle all night Mama prayin', tellin' God I don't live right Fuck right, go left, catch a damn strike Felonies

Come on over Do the twist (aha) Have a fit (aha) Shoot the shit (aha) Love you so much Makes me sick (aha) Beat me out of me (beat it, beat it) She keeps it pumpin' strait in my heart.

On the journey of your life He was old school and overalls Tough as nails as I recall He fought a war and came back home Honest as the day was long And right before my grandpa died He looked me right straight in the eyes Said here's some words to get you

"I love it when you call me big pop-pa" "I love it when you call me big poppa" To the honies gettin' money playin' niggas like dummies If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place (why?) 'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should

No, this shit ain't been the same no, we so distant Know you miss how I be thuggin', on my hood shit Girl, I miss how we be fuckin', and you ain't my bitch Got a nigga in my feelings Got a nigga in my feelings, in my feelings Yeah yeah (yeah) Girl, if