And I know how it's to be, yeah Cause, I think I'm goin' blind There is nothing more for you and I I'm ninety three, you're sixteen And I know how it should be Some are young and some are free But I think I'm goin' blind Little lady, can't you see You're

In my bank account, yeah (oh God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God) I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M's in my bank account, yeah (oh God) I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah

The land of opportunity where everybody stay Welcome to LA The girls are pretty, sun will shine three-hundred-sixty days But I don't always feel that way, today I need some gray Yeah, uh, please protect my soul before they weather it away I just told

I used to love her, oh yeah but I had to kill her I used to love her but I had to kill her And I can still hear her complain She bitched so much, she drove me nuts I had to put her six feet under I used to love her, yeah but I had to kill her I knew I'll

How it was when we were just kids Looking back On the past Yeah those were the days we thought we'd never lose But that's what memories are made of And we missed Wasn’t much but it's we had Cheap boat six pack of something light

And I know how it's to be, yeah Cause, I think I'm goin' blind There is nothing more for you and I I'm ninety three, you're sixteen And I know how it should be Some are young and some are free But I think I'm goin' blind Little lady, can't you see You're

It's so lonely in the six right now I know you see It's getting late and I'm tired, yeah yeah Stuck on the east side, baby Tryna stay outta trouble, but it follows me And you know it I just want peace, babe And I just want you, babe

(Wheel it!) Yeah (Six!) Murda on tha beat so it's not nice That’s Baka, he's a no-long-talker Quick to let the motherfuckin' TEC slam We don’t need to hear about a next man Youts talk down, then they get ran Left them, get dipped from the whole ends

Yeah yeah yeah, make some motherfucking noise Yo Doggy Dogg you're on, live on stage Performing tonight, excuse me Doggy Dogg you're on You know! The one and only Don Corleone, the big homey why'know me Well if it's on I guess it's bout time Let me

When I hop out his new six Fresh in some new shit Damn, she is too thick, who is this? Yeah I'm his new bitch I'm his new bitch And I'm spending his new cash Few trips, new bags Damn, she is too bad Oh you mad?