Bet he feels like an elephant Shaking his big grey trunk for the hell of it You know that you're dreaming about being loved by him Too bad your chances are slim And it’s not like Mr. Shock To get shy when I ask who always is on top? There must be

The square root of a kilo is me nigga We gon' have it locked Cause we the only thing to talk about If Michael Jackson came alive right now He'd ask you to smoke one for him So in his honor You niggas Spud Webb, coming up short Think you're Dee Brown,

Everything you been asking for, yes, I'm about to give it to you You ain't gotta worry no more, cause I'm about to put one through you I got a bullet with your name on it, coming through the radio Sounds like I got an AK dumping straight to the radio If

Finding strength to call and ask her Roller coaster, favorite ride Let me kiss you one last time I had that dream About you again Where I wait outside Until you let me in And now I'm breathing deeply, walking backwards Breathing deeply, walking backwards

Oh, bad luck, yeah, bad luck Keeps following me, won't let me be I asked bad luck this morning Won't let me be, keeps following me Hey, I wanna tell you about my troubles I've had just about every bad luck a man can have In my moving around, I've played

I'd do about anything you ask me to I'm just plain crazy bout a lot of things baby But I'm ten times crazier about you I'm ten times crazier about your lovin' girl Well I'm crazy about fast cars, football and guitars All them old country songs Daddy used

Step to me, step to me motherfucker I don't remember asking you about your imperfections You might win one battle But know this, I'll win the fucking war! Strapped with rage, got no patience for victims Sick and tired of the whole fuckin' world Zip your

Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips I will not ask you where you came from We should just kiss like real people do I had a thought, dear However scary About that night The bugs and the dirt Why were you digging? What did you bury

'Cause that's love you'll see We all commit a little bit of perjury Ah but that's no crime if you ask me, that's love You're starin' at a burnt steak You bite the bullet and you clean your plate And then you go on and on about how great it was That's not

That you asked 'Cause honestly I've been Out of touch and out of reach Just looking for someone, anything That's finally gonna put me back I'd be all about it I'd do anything, anything Put me back, put me back