Who needs keys when we've got clubs? Who needs please when we've got guns? Who needs peace when we've gone above But beyond where we should have gone? We went beyond where we should have gone Beyond where we should have gone Trouble travels fast When

A-ha, me boys a-riddle-i-day! Ha, me boys! Lukey's boat is painted green, Well oh, Lukey's boat is painted green, The prettiest boat that you've ever seen, Well oh, Lukey's boat's got a fine fore cuddy, Lukey's boat's got a fine fore cuddy, And every

And the clean coming will hurt And you can never get it spotless When there's dirt beneath the dirt I heard the truth was built to bend A mechanism to suspend the guilt Is what you are requiring still You've got to dance little liar Just like those fibbs

Mama say she good Doing what I should (I already won) City on the map No time to kick back (I already) Stopped giving a damn about When they tell me how I won't make it out (I already won) I already won I got the keys to my hood I got the world on my

Old lion's dying, got left behind Cut your teeth, lose your meat And man it's just a matter of time Key's to the cuffs, you might be king That's it, that's all, that's everything Skeletons come here to dance Where barrooms beat their brothers Into a

That's why God made Mexico And that's why God made Mexico A place where we can lay low Margie said Roy you ain't listening to me And I got a whole lot more to say Roy just crossed the floor and picked up his car keys She ain't seen nor heard from him to

Whiskey's in the air, dog's on the burner Beer's ice cold, got a pretty little lady to hold Southern summer And that sun shining down like Daddy's silver dollar Gotta hop on the old dirt road to the days of gold Yeah, these are the days of gold Well it's

I got them keys, keys, keys We go to court, we gon' plead the fifth I know the judge, I'mma shoot him some chips Radar, radar oh, bitches ain't even on my radar Radar, radar oh, you ain't on my radar Radar, radar, no, no, you ain't on my radar No, no,

I might as well get stoned Might as well get stoned Get it off my mind Ain't got a thing to do All I've got is time The bottle's all I've had to be a friend of mine And since my whiskey's gone Well, she said, she didn't love me And kicked me out the door

Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at Everybody got a past but you can never go