These niggas don't know the half Smoke stress to get rid of all the stress These niggas don't know the half (show time) Gettin' high for the low, shit was bad (Talk to 'em, rewind now) It's a Friday, I'm 'bout to go off Got my chains on and I'm 'bout to

Take me down little Susie, take me down I know you think you're the queen of the underground And you can send me dead flowers every morning And I won't forget to put roses on your grave Send me dead flowers by the mail Send me dead flowers to my wedding

It’s time to get trap back jumping Get shit and back popping, ho I show these sucka niggas how it go I show you how to move a lot of blow So it’s time to get trap back jumping Get shit back popping, bitch Hey, now who done say I'm not the shit Hey, nigga

Sometimes I just don't know I get a warm summer feeling walking through the snow Even chilly darkness has the brightest glow And I just love you so, sometimes I just don't know Time just seems to help this wondrous feeling grow Maybe I might wake up

Give me somethin' to ride to And forget about life to The kind you wanna get high to Lay back in the night to Yeah used to be dance songs Slow jams and romance songs But now that she's gone and the radio's on Yeah I just want one that don't sing about

Hit low, hit low I'm looking looking like you You're looking looking like me Like a pornstar All the girl I mean that girls Looking fly I'm ready to war Everybody get, dress up, dress up Everybody get, everybody get (I'm hot!) Like a one like a one

You're awake When lightening strikes you know It definitely starts glowing All the girls that's in this room Get up close, you'll feel so much better It feels so good to know With the G come to the light It's time to spark up some Feel the blaze

I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover Real niggas gettin' money from the fucking start Whippin' work, hallelujah One nation, under God Gettin' work, hallelujah One nation under God We blowin' money fast on this side, nigga Catch you up, nigga

Shes a dance, dance, dance, dance, dancing machine Watch her get down, watch her get down Dancing, dancing, dancing She´s a dancing machine Move it baby As she do, do, do her thing

We were getting high Where were you while we were getting high? Someday you will find me Caught beneath the landslide How many special people change? How many lives are living strange? Slowly walking down the hall Faster than a cannonball In a champagne