superfluous I got a fifth of whiskey a grip bitches with me Gettin tipsy A bag that we can roll up in zig zags now hold up and get back that girl actin a
purchase a home for my belo luxury home with a platinum visa its hard to imagine something like a nigga tryin to catch an orgasm track that feeling like a
the bank, I got money in the bank Now throw yo' hands in the air if yo' pussy don't stank You got a bullet and a shank, I got a bullet and a tank I got
no place for a child, 17, not allowed Without a parent and it's apparent that you belong Wit a full grown man wit a mind just as strong Huh, so here's
respect Father E tumbled at ease My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict Floatin' on the 95, sting like a
comes in here Now he's a product of the Haggard generation He's got a redneck side when you get him agitated He got the gold tooth look from a stiff
eighty on the freeway, police catch me if you can Forgive me i'm a rider, still I'm just a simple man All I want is money, fuck the fame I'm a simple man
Everyday be the same on a level, too, shovels graves In the sight of a psychopath, TEC and lead 'em all dead Than a mobsta Johnny Gotti with a tommy,
evil a-k-a n-s-p t-b-a Tri-ni-ty you knew it was on the way you knew it was on the way i said you knew it was on the way the trinity, the trinity, the
play what nobody feels You sing about Johnny Cash The man in black would've whipped your ass I don't think Waylon done it that way And if he was here
lose a few pounds, an' I didn't. What fin'lly tore our love apart was a matter of religion... He thought he was God an' I didn't. Well, it was more
;Bill they asked me to show you around up here And right over there is some of your old commodores Man was I glad to see them There was Earnest Tubb Marty
I crawls from the mall Man im so fly no connections no jet lag ?Parvay? carat stones I break them off bad Im a hustla chasing meal tickets on a daily
heist, million in cash, another 3 in ice Who can I trust? Cuban'll bust plus? Good thief the night? Here's the plan (Plan) We nab the man, bring a camcorder
I put my jimmy in your (left eye) Ain't to proud to beg, beg for this I'm gonna catch wreck, break a couple of necks Cash a couple of checks, for the
ass Your vital statistics are low and fallin' fast Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast Aiyyo
Out on the streets you don't hear a peep Nigga it's a goddamn shame, somebody explain Why they sent a Bad Boy to play a grown man's game Tear that ass
Now what was I to be, a product of this heated pa*sion Momma got pregnant, and poppa got a piece of a*s Look how it began, nobody gave a f**k about me