Yeah, I'll stick with hell no's and headphones To find them, themselves another round But I'll be here in this stranger's room Don't want another drink No, I don't care 'bout what you think But I'll stick with hell no's and headphones 'Cause all of my

Hesitation, wipe the tears from your eye (Tears from your eyes) Wish I still could see you, my dawgs livin' in the sky (My dawgs livin' in the sky) You get your wish, we got them sticks and we gon' slide (We gon' slide) Keep yourself a pistol and make

She knows how to work them cut off things She knows how to get me to do about anything How to bat those eyes, swing them hips, how to rock that cherry red lipstick She knows I can't say no It's seven a.m. baby Trying to catch up on a little sleep Its way

Save yourself, save yourself I like to stick to walls Deserving conversations and lifting them when they fall I am a fire escape, my spine's made of iron My heart pumps that old red paint Save yourself, save yourself, yourself I see the seasons change

Run 'em through your hair And we can get to rockin' There you are and baby, here I am But I need something to do with my hands So maybe I should stick 'em in your pockets And I need something to do with my hands I need something to do with my hands Well

Stick 'em ha ha ha stick 'em Ha stick 'em, ha ha ha Stick 'em, ha, ha, ha Stick 'em stick 'em stick 'em Ha stick 'em, ha ha Stick em ha ha ha stick em Now we push rhymes, crazy rhymes, Words forced fed to your mind trace the

It's full of all them little bones Nothing's dead down here Baby, eat this chicken slow Happy hour, happy hour is here It's just a little tired Little bones It gets so sticky down here Better butter your cue-finger up It's the start of another new year

You want 'em? I got 'em, dripping like water Uh! (the candy man!) E-40! Sticky icky! Snoop Dogg! DPG, MC Eiht, Goldie Loc

Ooooh that smell Can't you smell that smell The smell of death surrounds you Hey, you're a fool you Stick them needles in your arm Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars Oak tree you're in my way There's too much coke and too much smoke Look what's going on

Golden years, gold whop whop whop Come get up my baby Don't let me hear you say life's taking you nowhere, angel There's my baby, lost that's all Once I'm begging you save her little soul I'll stick with you baby for a thousand years Nothing's gonna