Return to sender, return to sender Return to sender, address unknown She wrote upon it No such number, no such zone I gave a letter to the postman, he put it his sack Bright in early next morning, he brought my letter back We had a quarrel, a lover's

A la faveur de l'automne Revient cette douce mélancolie Un, deux, trois, quatre Un peu comme on fredonne De vieilles mélodies Posté devant la fenêtre Tu redonnes A ma mélancolie Ses couleurs de super-scopitone, oh

I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ay, ay) All my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, name them the shottas When my homies pull up on

I don't wanna die too young, too young, too young Counting bands, hallelujah, 'lujah, 'lujah I've been grindin' way too long, too long, too long I don't wanna die too young Yeah, too young, yeah, too young Came up, don't know, I just keep going with the

You're working for the clampdown Ha! Gitalong! Gitalong! (working for the clampdown) What are we gonna do now? Taking off his turban, they said, is this man a Jew? 'Cause they're working for the clampdown They put up a poster saying we earn more than

Uh God uh you know what we gotta do son Why know what I'm sayin? Word up Make that millions fam No doubt, it's only there for the takings son Matter of fact let me get some of that beer son We drunk all that shit hey yo 44th Side convention Queens

Lean wit it, rock wit it! I bounce in the club so the hos call me Rocky Posted in the cut, and I'm lookin' for a blockhead Yup in my white tee I break a bitch back And I keep a big bank Oh I think they like dat Before I leave the house I'm slizzard on

Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star) Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, man them the shottas When my homies pull

Return to sender, return to sender Return to sender, address unknown She wrote upon it No such number, no such zone I gave a letter to the postman, he put it his sack Bright in early next morning, he brought my letter back We had a quarrel, a lover's

I know, I know Say you flexin' that's a big lie, when I pull up give that bitch my line And you know that I'ma get mine, yeah yeah Say you flexin' that's a big lie, say you got the shit you don't got Heard you say that shit a hundred times, yeah yeah Say