Had to write a letter to my ma dukes (Ma dukes) I know you proud of me, but I'm proud, too (I'm proud, too) You the only woman I'd give some vows to (On God) I'm still your baby even though I got a child, too (Straight Straight up) Yes, she got a Range Rover and

I've been rollin', rollin', I can't stop, I can't Oooooo-ooooo-oooooh, aaaah That's why I'm floatin' off that blue pill, blue dream It got me like I-I-I-I-I (straight straight up) I'm a rockstar rollin', Shabba, I got ranks I'm rollin' off that blue pill, blue

Your daughter was a nice girl, now she's a slut. A queen treatin' niggas just like King Tut. Gobbin' up nuts, sorta like a hummingbird, Suckin' up the Lench Mob crew, and I'm comin' third. Used to get straight-As, now she's just skippin' class. Oh my, do

If my man was fighting Some unholy war I would be behind him Straight Straight shook up up beside him With strength he didn't know It's you I'm fighting for He can't lose with me in tow I refuse to let him go At his side, and drunk on pride

That’s the only way I know Don’t stop 'til everything’s gone Straight Straight ahead, never turn round Don’t back up, up, don’t back down Full throttle, wide open Dig a little deeper when you think you can’t dig no more You get tired and you don’t show it That's the

Take me to the farm Get me to the farm Somebody get me to the farm Somebody take me to the farm Buckle up up straightjack Insanity is such a drag Jellybean Thorazine Transcendental jet lag Sanity I ain't gonna Feeling like a pifiata

Calling on in transit Radio Free Europe Raving station, beside yourself Keep me out of country and the word Straight Straight off the boat Where to go? Beside yourself if radio's gonna stay Reason: it could polish up up the gray

Kiss lots of boys Or kiss lots of girls When the straight straight and narrow Gets a little too straight straight If that's something you're into Roll up up the joint, or don't Just follow your arrow Wherever it points, yeah Follow your arrow

(Used to) Work hard, just to get half back Work hard, just to get half back (Now I'm) Gettin' to it that way (Straight Straight up, straight straight up) I ain't coming through unless the bag straight (I used to) Work hard just to get half back I ain't movin' weight, but

On my not so straight straight and narrow path Waitin' at a stop light yesterday As a funeral procession made its way through the gates Watched it roll up up a winding road Through a field of green With white headstones All in a row And it made me think about where