You don't want to see these murder guys Princess cuts hurt ya eyes Got the chicks that work them thighs Pull the top back on the prowler Like the car ain't circumcised Burglarize hoes Leave ya eyes closed

I'm on 'em beans for the real, I'm on the lean for real I'm on the beans for the real, I'm on the lean for real Nickelodeon way I got that slime Run it up, yeah, yeah Count it up, yeah, yeah, yeah Indigo, yeah, Indigo, yeah, yeah That bag loaded, yeah,

You'll never forget my name Life is hit and miss and this I hope, I think, I know If I ever hear the names you call And if I stumble, catch me when I fall 'Cause baby after all And that is why I gotta keep running You know I don't care As we beg and

I'm on my way Because I've got a thing about seeing my grandson grow 'Cause while my blood's still warm and my mind doesn't matter Wish I could watch them jumping round, calling names Kicking cans and playing tag, hide in every place Wish I could see

Baby that's right, baby that's right But as for right now where's the party at? We'll stay up all night waiting for the sun to shine, sun to shine Let your hair down, let's unwind Take your problems, leave them behind You got your troubles and I got mine

Life of the party So I guess I’ll be the life Everybody singing along to my songs Taking my shots, throwing them back Acting like you ain’t gone But I don’t want em to know I’m all alone And I ain’t got nobody I don’t want em to see I'm dying inside

Ain't goin' in All my niggas outside We been hangin' outside Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah automatic Yeah always got it on me baby, automatic, yeah Where I'm at is static, but it ain't got traffic, yeah Push up on me, them boys make you do a backflip

Through all the hardship, you know you're a friend of mine The kind that lasts a lifetime Yeah we got friendship 'Cause we got friendship Said what's wrong my old time friend Something's bothering you Tell me what the problem is I'll see what I can do

Suck my dick, you fucking suck man You're such a nice guy, a nice guy You're faithful, you don't lie After the club, you go back home right Right, sike I don't, I don't got much self control, I hope that you run it I hope that your heart get hit by a

And one of them is how bad I need you 'Cause if you did, baby, I would judge you too But you got 'em too Of all our problems No, you don't judge me 'Cause I got issues So give 'em all to me And I'll give mine to you Bask in the glory