They don't wanna see me love you Wish I would go ahead and fuck my life up Can't let them get to me And even though I always fuck my life up Only I can mention me Revealing the layers to my soul Cause I'm from a tribe called check a hoe I been waiting

(If I could fit the whole hood in the club) Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back (I turn it into a strip-club) Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass (If I could fit the hole world in the club) Tell the DJ to bang my

(They won't let me out) They won't let me out, they won't let me out They won't let me out no, they won't let me out (I'm locked up) (They won't let me out, no) I'm locked up (My nigga I'm locked up) I'm steady tryna find a motive

Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Man I run this rap shit Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls R.I.P. to Tupac Nigga roll that good shit You wanna dance lets dance nigga I'll take you to da prom I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm Nigga

Did I let you know? Would you like to go? (Take me home, well take me home) This I know we're not alone (Take me home, take me home) This I know, yeah this I know (Come on, come on) I'm comin' for you 'cause I adore you and I'd like to get inside your

What have I become My sweetest friend Everyone I know Goes away in the end And you could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt I hurt myself today

I'm no house of cards, house of cards Just to fall I act so bulletproof But you take me down You take me down Gave all I got to you Now I'm standing my ground Standing my ground Not caving into you, not caving into you

Don't play with me Let a nigga know now if you gon' leave or stay 'Cause I got a lot of girls that would love to take your place Girl it's gettin' too late and I ain't with these games Why you wanna play with me? And girl don't play So girl don't play

Born on the bayou Born on the bayou. Chasin' down a hoodoo there. Now when I was just a little boy standin' to my Daddy's knee My Poppa said son don't let the man get you do what he done to me 'Cause he'll get you 'cause he'll get you now now. I can

I was (Raised on the radio, raised on the radio, raised on the radio) And the radio played And the radio plays I remember riding shotgun in daddy's Chevrolet, We'd crank up the pioneers, and we'd sing away, Sometimes he'd let me take the wheel and we'd