Yeah when that summer sun starts to beatin' down And you don't know what to do Inflatable pool full of dad's hot air I was three years old Splashin' everywhere And so began my love affair With all my friends

You fuck me up. I can't get down. You pick me up when I am down. I can not live without them. I do not live without them. They tell me to hurt myself. Let me see (let me see). How my life has been (taken).

I can see the flames and my life Flashing right before my eyes. I hope they get to me in time. I'm eight years old Daddy's cuttin' my hair Aqua Velva on his hands. Momma's in the kitchen Got fried green tomatoes

Young nigga, young nigga Get the money, young nigga Young nigga, just a young nigga Get your money, young nigga Strippers in the club and my cups half empty Ride with my niggas cause my niggas understand me Still on Plan A, pussy niggas on Plan B Right

Along the way If not for those I've loved along the way I remember waitin' by the curb with Mr. Murphy When daddy picked me up from school his eyes were red We drove to the hospital in a hurry Where my family gathered round my Grandpa's bed He was my

V'room on a Yamaha chromed-out eleven hundred Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy Cash money still a company, and, bitch, I'm the boss What I'm doing? Getting money What we doing? Getting money What they doing? Hating on us, but they

Born on the bayou Born on the bayou. Chasin' down a hoodoo there. Now when I was just a little boy standin' to my Daddy's knee My Poppa said son don't let the man get you do what he done to me 'Cause he'll get you 'cause he'll get you now now. I can

(Oh) the thunder, Hell or Glory I don't want anything in between Then came a baby boy with long eyelashes Daddy said, "you gotta show the world the thunder!" Life's just a pay stub on death Only less diligent

In my daddy's El Camino, In her driveway in the rain, Starrin' through that windshield I could see my future change, And my heart hit like a hammer, And my thoughts were runnin' wild, Any fool can make a baby, but it takes a man, to raise a child. She

I keep drinkin' malted milk, tryin' to drive my blues away Malted milk, malted milk, keep rushin' to my head Baby, fix me one more drink, and hug your daddy one more time Baby, you just as welcome to my lovin' as the flowers is in May And I have a funny,