I can't handle no liquor But these bitches can't handle me I can't control my niggas And my niggas they can't control me You say you know me, my nigga But you really just know the old me Callin' up your uncle's place Shit's all over the place I don't

I'm going big, suck my dick Too many niggas, not enough hoes And some of you niggas, acting like hoes I know a lot of people that smile in my face But talk behind my back every time I'm gone So when they call my number, I don't never pick up I don't owe

It'd be better for us if you don't understand They don't know how old I am They found armor in my belly Then I found a place it's dark and it's rotted It's a cool, sweet kinda place Where the coppers won't spot it However, everyday I'm dumping the body

The man's too big, the man's too strong And I can still hear his laughter and I can still hear his song I'm just an aging drummer boy and in the wars I used to play And I've called the tune to many a torching session Now they say I am a war criminal and

Oh you're gonna miss me baby And I'll be so far away Oh your friend will always tell you baby They'll say that you're going strong You know you better change now baby Baby there's always another day Well they'll smile and call you lover Fool, don't you

Na na na na na na Thought I heard her calling my name now She broke my heart but I love her just the same now I need her loving and I'm not to blame now (Love, love) they got it early in the morning (Love, love) they got it late in the evening (Love,

I changed my number couple times 'Cause man kept calling me for things And man are hating But they're waving Might just link Samantha Mix the gentlemen with gansta I know they see me on the camera When they saw me on their strip

We don't, we don't need to talk about this now 'Cause we don't, we don't need to talk about this now Yeah we've been down that road before That was then and this is now The crowds in my heart they've been calling out your name I can remember the good old

They can't stop me now I spit on the streets in San Called the record and company man My enthusiasm filled the room I was young and I was keen With the devil in my stream As I hollowed at an old blues tune We can't sign your sign

These catties they be calling off my phone I put corn in for my bro They try to send for me Envy and jealousy is everything I wish upon my enemies All that for them, right back at them What my mind keeps telling me Mind keeps telling me I hear