Once I was seven years old Go make yourself some friends or you'll be lonely Once I was twenty years old, my story got told Once I was twenty years old Soon I'll be sixty years old, will I think the world is cold Or will I have a lot of children who can

That's why I'm learning how to let it go I'm gonna let it go Forgiveness is something we gotta know 'Cause if you hold on forever, it'll hurt your soul Learning, learning, learning When I was six years old, I kinda wet the bed My stepdad came in and

Oh I got it girl You always come to the parties I got you, girl Oh, I got it, girl With your Louie V. Bag, tats on your arms High heel shoes make you six feet tall Everybody wants you, you can have them all

I don't drink brass monkey like to be funky Nickname Eazy E your 8 ball junkie Bass drum kicking to show my shit Rap a hole in my dick boy I don't quit Crowd rocking motherfucker from around the way I got a six shooter yo I'm mean and brave Rolling

No need to state the obvi', I be close to your heart I know you looking for real love I got my hand on my Glock, posted on the block I might just let off a shot, at anyone tryin' to kill love Are you who I be in this weekend If so, let's get lost in the

Get on top of that thang girl This ain't nothing to relate to You tried, you tried And you tried Go 'head girl, strip it down, close your mouth Get on top of my thang girl Don't hold back When I got on stage, she swore I was six feet tall

There'll be Suddenly I feel like I want to break loose Jump in my six and come and see you Girl I'm gonna do something that's brand new 'Cause I got a kinky surprise for you So girl get ready 'cause I'm on my way Put your sexy body in some neglege And if

But all the ho shit still so smelly Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven Percocet got a nigga nose sweaty Belch wrong, get your throat slashed Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash? Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga Nigga with

I may be six feet deep, but I'll still be lovin' you Baby, what we got won't ever die Can't take diamonds, can't take gold But I'll take your love with me when I go I'm gonna take it to the grave with me To the grave with me, to the grave with me to the

Bang your head! Metal health will drive you mad! Yeah ah arr! And I'm an axe grinder, pile driver Mama says that I never, never mind her Got no brains, I'm insane The teacher says that I'm one big pain I'm like a laser, six string razor