Supper's almost done Go ahead and call your friends 'Cause we got room for everyone Let's make some memories, 'round this 9 foot pine At the family table It's just an old piece of wood On top of four legs It's got a few coffee stains, and a thousand

I said it must be cause a nigga got dough Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold Hoes at my shows they be stripping off they clothes And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw Chrome to ya dome 'til

Got a devil's haircut in my mind Somethin's wrong cause my mind is fading, And everywhere I look there's a dead end waiting, Temperature's dropping at the rotten oasis Stealing kisses from the leprous faces Heads are hanging from the garbageman trees

Yeah life is a bitch but I appreciate her man Got a list full of problems, I tend to 'em later Yea I used to be ballin' but now I'm Bill Gatein' Got a list full of problems, I tend to em later Man all these bitches and niggas still hatin' Uh skinny ass

Smoking hella weed, I'm on that alcohol And shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turning out You cop it live, boy I got it all on film Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left Pop-pop my trunk No you

I know it's gonna last forever When I give my heart again No one tell me where or when I won't be that dumb again I know it's gotta last forever When I fall in love again Baby Jane, Don't leave me hangin' on the line I knew you when you had no one to

Readin' through my third eye 'cause I got tunnel vision Had to open my mind, then I opened a Benz It's like you gotta sell your soul for them to pay attention Fuck all that playing, now I'm grown, I put my heart in it I had to get down with that chrome

Everybody got problems! Everybody got shirts cause they nigga got murked Everybody got issues! Everybody walk around with a big ass pistol All my Detroit niggas! All my L.A. niggas, where ya at? Throw your hood up All my N.O. niggas! All my BMo niggas,

Gon' make me broke The way you make that tushy roll No I ain't wearin' no cape baby Way you make that tushy roll Betty Crocker, got the cakes baby Come serve it up for me though But tonight I'm your hero (I know, I know) Say she wanna get up Want a nigga

What kind of love have you got? Victim of love, I see a broken heart. I could be wrong but I'm not, no, I'm not. Victim of love, we're not so far apart. You should be home but you're not. A room full of noise and dangerous boys Still make you thirsty and