The girls are talkin' Girls talkin' got ya all caught out there Why you thinkin' that it's all about ya Forget she told me everything about ya But the girls are talkin' Girls talk about the booty too About the way a brother is hangin' too When you didn't

Hank let's talk about your daddy tell me how your mama loved that man Well just break out a bottle hoss I'll tell you bout the driftin' cowboy band We won't talk about the habits just the music and the man Now Hank you just got to tell me did your daddy

(Men Talking) You know what I'm sayin though, yo I been hearin shit about this kid X, man I think that nigga bullshit(Yeah) word up,I been hearin mad shit about he be robbin niggaz and shit, (Yeah what you know about that),I'm just sayin man, what people

Maddened from the trauma Man, I'm on the corner Man are getting corn up Bodies getting torn up Mandem better talk up, mandem better talk up Talk about riding, I've got mandem on the walk up Grab my little Mindy as I get my Mork up Man ah man's eating,

This is another story about dogs For the dog that don't pee on trees, is a bitch So says Snoop Dogg, get your pooper scooper Cause the nigga's talking shit I'm sipping on Tanqueray With my my mind on my money and my mouth in the ganjahy Are-A-G to the

That's the story of That's the glory of love Give a little, take a little And let your little heart just cry a little Y'all, I know what I'm talking about Sigh a little, yeah, cry just a little And let that old wind just blow right on by a little, yeah I

Then I'll take care of you So let them talk about us Let them call us funny things People sometimes do I don't care as long As you know I love you Oh, and you know I do I'll be there, but you might not see me It's never easy to get through

Well, I'm not talkin' bout locking down forever, baby. That would be too demanding. I'm just talkin' bout two lonely people who might reach a little understanding. I'm not talkin' bout knocking out heaven with whether we're wrong or we're right. I'm not

All I wanna do is make my hometown proud Make them turn it up loud, roll them windows down Gonna give them that sound, everybody's talking about We still the same old, same old southern boys Still got that same old, same old southern voice We're singing

Everyone prays in the end I pray that you hear me Can we have a one-on-one, please? Let's talk about freedom They never knew my struggle Rose above the rubble Rather live inside they bubble then go through the trouble of havin' they double double vision