Na-na-na-na-na-nanana So go ahead and blaze up Today's the day to blaze up (Yeah, yeah ooh) So go ahead and put your J's up (And smoke) Whenever I'm down and out I get back to myself I roll a motherfucking fat back to myself Leave it to beaver, America

You don't get it (get it, get it, get it) I'm just a creep in a t-shirt, jeans, I don't fucking care I don't know what I know But I know where it's at Just because I lost it doesn't mean I want it back Is it the world I'm living in? I'm sorry Mr.

I need a chuck, no better yet A hunk of that fuck Only when I'm drunk I get drunk and I stumble to the phone And conjure up a bitch to bone When I'm alone Fucked up, tore back I need to take a piss

All I want from you is drug sex Run it up and never go back (Go back) Tell me why the fuck you mad though? (Mad though) I ain't that used to getting mad dough (Mad dough) I dropped forty pointers on your ass, ho (Ass, ho) Forty pointers on your ho-ass

Fuck you Ice Cube It's the nigga you love to hate I heard payback's a motherfucking nigga That's why I'm sick of gettin' treated like a goddamn stepchild Fuck a punk cause I ain't him You gotta deal with the nine double m The damn scum that you all hate

I only take up a little of the collapsing space I better cut this off Don’t wanna fuck it up Oh, I better walk it back, walk it back Walk it back, walk it back I’m always checking out Forget it, nothing I change changes anything I won't let in I won't

It comes in spades From a life of pain I don't care 'cause I don't give a fuck It tears a path right through me Both hands broken together Clenching fists cause the rage You stabbed me in the back over a sliver A feeling I have been betrayed A systematic

All hail rock and roll Gotta take it back, we gotta take control Write this on my tombstone We fucking live for the music Rise up or just get fucked, uh, you know it This is our time, reignite All of the flames that have died for quite some time We can't

You know you're not fucking up, though Get locked up and get back to it, yeah You know what the fuck going on, man You better strap in your set or it's gon' be a rough ride It's the king, bitch No introduction really, necessary Get the message like a

Get back motherfucker! You don't know me like that! (Get back motherfucker! You don't know me like that!) Yeek yeek woop woop! why you all in my ear?! Talking a whole bunch of shit That I ain't trying to hear! Yeek yeek woop woop! I ain't playing around!