I wake up with my shoes on And my whole life thrown around the room And I swear like a sailor As I choke on smoke and cheap perfume I've been here, I'
I wake up with my shoes on And my whole life thrown around the room And I swear like a sailor As I choke on smoke and cheap perfume I?ve been here, I?
me It's night forever where I dry And the bar's too busy to get you dizzy And everybody talks in cries Because they know no better When the weather never
I wake up with my shoes on And my whole life thrown around the room And I swear like a sailor As I choke on smoke and cheap perfume I?ve been here, I
: I wake up with my shoes on And my whole life thrown around the room And I swear like a sailor As I choke on smoke and cheap perfume I?ve been here,
Smoke hit they lungs, make 'em UFC tap out No plan B, it was nothin' else to map out So we throw stones while we living in this glass house It's been
Leaving kids no headroom like Max Try to react, but you were never clam And never could kick a verse When worse come to worse I'm better Shine like genuine
loose ends I highly recommend ya'll bring your arms This is no false alarm, they want to do us harm Like I'm nervous, live inside a glass house They
a hood were niggas gotta keep there gun cocked And kids were Dre beats to stop the sound of gunshots But at least they got the Dre beats Cause kids
(damn right, I'mma get it) [Elephant Man] Take the cash, take the dough like my nigga Robin Hood Then me take the money, buy a big house in the Hollywood
on the house You know Ia??m felly hustler backcrawling And buy level condos made up with the glass floor Hibberts like 9-4 Chopping that work on a glass
the same Ain't nuttin' but a gangsta party, motherfuckin' time, ha, ha, ha Y'all niggaz about to feel this Ain't nuttin' but a gangsta party Break out the champagne glasses
You done just put to of Americas most wanted In the same mothafuckin' place at the same mothafuckin' time Y'all niggaz 'bout to feel this, break out the champagne glasses
ask myself, why how many times will I cry? How many times will you honk your horn and say fuck you? Now what the fuck does that do? Ya feel better now
all the yuppie fucks All the poor kids would come and swing from my nuts And I would walk home feeling like a samurai I'd walk in the house and see my
D's bitch The purple furs and the gold trim glasses I only bust the fat asses And I don't be givin a fuck who da hell can rap better than me Cause I'm