Goddamn, wassup, nigga? Hey, that motherfucker clean Who was that? Hey, that's Dre, nigga, that's the Look at that shit That nigga hangin' that motherfucker, Goddamn That nigga chromed out up under that motherfucker Hangin' on the bumper X

'Cause they ain't never seen a war like me. Son of Sam. Goddamn, I might be the son of Sam. The only child of a holy man. I stand alone for all to see, (Goddamn) Son of Sam. Son of Sam. Paint it black and white if you like, And I will catch you, but who

Miss Jackson, Miss Jackson, Miss Jackson Are you nasty? Out the back door goddamn but I love her anyway Where will you be waking up tomorrow morning? Are you nasty, are you nasty? I love her anyway (Climbing out back the door, didn't leave a mark)

Don't mean a goddamn thing 'Cause you're all that I want Right here, right now Right here! Right now! Right here right now But I won't take that train I won't catch that flight If you're not on that plane We ain't takin' off tonight

Hello? Aw shit, nigga! What the fuck time is it, man? Oh goddamn, nigga! Do you know what time it is? Aw shit, what the fuck's goin' on? You aight? Nigga, what the fuck is wrong with you? When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell 'Cause I'm a piece of

Damn, goddamn, goddamn Damn damn, goddamn Da-da-damn damn, goddamn And they say, "What the fuck is on? Who the fuck is in? (Who) Where the hell you at? Where the hell you been? (Who) Who the fuck is she? Who you dealing with?" (Who) It's been a while,

It don't hurt as bad as it used to Crashed the car again, goddamn Break my heart again, goddamn I don't have no friends, goddamn I'm a loner 'til the end, goddamn I admit girl, yeah, I just used you I admit this not what I'm used to Oh, my last girl left

Your life's a goddamn fairy tale Oh, it must be nice To spend each day in paradise You wonder why you've ever failed One step, two step, electric slide Red fish, blue fish, blow your mind Engine, engine, number nine Mama gonna let you set the moon on

I got, yeah I got plenty whoadie I got hittas whoadie Tell 'em bring my car around Yeah I got plenty whoadie Goddamn, these snitches nosy Is it true you performed with Willie Nelson at the Country Music Awards? I don't know, but I know I did perform at

We are far from perfect But perfect as we are We are bruised, we are broken But we are goddamn works of art Meanwhile, the cracks have formed on the masks we've worn up 'til now Keeping up appearances, don't break now We're buckled from the weight