Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right right Strap by my waistline, cause niggas don't fight Sucker free for life, so you better think twice I'm the type of nigga playa-haters don't like Snatchin' up your honey for some late night hype And snobby-ass bitches

She moves me like a Memphis soul song With an angel on my left side and the devil on my right right She's the one who saves me from them dark unholy nights Of all the ones who've left me it's a wonder she's not gone Lookin' back on everything and all the

Real nigga, I We see eye to eye Get high, touch the sky Right Right hand in the air Left hand in the pot Over that, 'bout they mad I see green in your eyes, it don't lie (green) Blew dollar bills in them hills to the sky (yeah)

We don't give a rat's ass We're happy to be here and that you can see We're just all drunk Americans We just raise up our glass If you're a democrat or republican We ain't East, we ain't West We ain't left, left, we ain't right right We ain't black, we ain't white

Shine on the one that's gone and left me blue I said blue moon of Kentucky, keep on a-shinin' Blue moon of Kentucky, keep on a-shinin' It was on one moonlit night, stars shinin' bright Whispered on high, love said goodbye Well, it was on one moonlit

We're coming home again Well, nobody cares Everyone left you They're all out without you havin' fun Does anyone care if nobody cares? Get me out of here right right now After ten cups of coffee Nobody likes you

Here I am, stuck in the middle with you Well, I don't know why I came here tonight I got the feeling something ain't right right I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair Yeah clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right right Stuck in the middle with you Well, you

Cross my heart I hope you die Left by the road side Karma's a bitch, right?

We ride, we ride, we ride Even when it don't go right, right, even when the shit goes left Even when my arms can't fight we ride Get somebody that gon' ride for you Even when I lose my breath Who gon' die for you Even if I hurt myself Who gon' cry for you

I'm sipping pink, Lucozade We're blazing on that new found haze I'm seeing in the blacks and grays, I'm Hoping that the basket sways Left to right right Sit and talk shit all night Does that make it right right for so Maybe, or am I just seeing shit? Seeing the pain