I'm just a regular guy I don't know why all the fuss about me (Fuss about me) Nobody ever gave a fuck before All they did was doubt me (Did was doubt me) Now everybody wanna run their mouth And try to take shots at me (Take shots at me) ‘Cause I'm just

Just another shallow man Zipped up in a body bag Does everybody in the world have to fucking die? Everybody in the world have to fucking die? Everybody in the world has to fucking die? Change, some broken fate Dim fucking dreams of a Hollywood cage

Spending all this money, high as fuck, ain't coming back down Got me cashed out, g-got me cashed out Everybody thrash now before we cash out Let's fucking thrash now before we cash out Cashed out, g-got me cashed out This is my life, where the fuck do I

Gerald what you so sad for? Why the hell you got the blues? Everybody wanna be in your shoes Everything ain't that bad Name a reason that you got to be mad Man stop acting like a bitch Forgot you're all famous now and rich? Gerald what the fuck is wrong,

That's all over now Got my little red party dress on Get a little bit of Bourbon in 'ya Get a little bit suburban Because you're young, you're wild, you're free You're dancing circles around me You're fucking crazy Everybody knows that I'm the best

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothing comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Y'all know me, still the same O.G. but I been low-key Hated on by most

I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert Gossip gossip Niggas just stop it Profit profit, nigga I got it Everybody know I'm a motherfucking monster I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the And I'll-I'll let God decide-cide So I-I am headed

Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go boaw! When you're all ready say go, okay You see him standing on the furniture doing his thing Tell the club owner, fuck yo' couch, Rick James nigga Let her drink it till she drown Atta girl gon' wild, pop a

Paul, yo, um So I got your message, I wish you would answer the fuckin' phone No, I don't plan to reply to everybody who fuckin' says something fucked up about me But I will say this, I was reading some comments last night about, like What people are

You should have known The price of evil And it hurts to know That you belong here, yeah Ooh, it's your fuckin' nightmare No one to call Everybody to fear Your tragic fate is looking so clear, yeah Nightmare!(now your nightmare comes to life)