You are the end of everything This is the end of everything I think I'm gonna be sick and it's your fault I haven't slept since I woke up You are wrong, fucked, and overrated And found my whole life was a lie, motherfucker Shallow skin, I can paint with

I think the whole world's going insane I fill my brain up with Dainy, and drink away the pain I used to be in love with this bitch named E&J Don't fuck with her no more now I fuck with Tanqueray Tanqueray introduced me to her first cousin Gold Last name

La da da da dah Hold up, hey It's the motherfuckin' D-O-double-G (Snoop Dogg) You know I'm mobbin' with the D-R-E You know who's back up in this motherfucker? What what what what? So blaze the weed up then Blaze it up Just blaze that shit up, nigga

And we gon' rock this motherfucker (All night) Feel right in this motherfucker Feel good in this motherfucker My whole hood in this motherfucker Come on, come on Ladies and gentleman, give it up for Mystikal Calling all cars for the Prince of the South

His parents hustled So he was left alone by himself a lot So shit, he did whatever the fuck he wanted to do When boys in the hood came out, This little nigga rolled himself a joint And watched the whole motherfucker by itself His pops didn't give a fuck,

You better get up out the way, Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today, And no, I don't give a Fuck what you think and say, Cause we are gonna rock This whole place anyway. Mother fucking time to ride,

Paul, yo, um So I got your message, I wish you would answer the fuckin' phone No, I don't plan to reply to everybody who fuckin' says something fucked up about me But I will say this, I was reading some comments last night about, like What people are

If Pirus and Crips all got along They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song Seem like the whole city go against me Every time I'm in the street I hear Where you from, nigga?" "Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?" "Where your grandma

I mean, I mean, um A lot of mothafuckas don't even understand this The only ones who understand it is real mothafuckas Fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa Bitch, bitch, bitch Yeah, yeah, yeah Sheck Wes, me, mothafucka

Bass lines and cars anything fast Makin' money last, hide it in a flask Sound of a bomb blast, throw it in tha bag Humping on my leg, yo I’m on my fuckin' glass Know who I am, I run this fuckin' club Tell them hoes I'll holler, stacks I got Fuck you pay