your dream Integrity, honesty It's too late for me Don't look back 'til you're free to Chase the morning Yield for nothing Chase the morning Yield for nothing Yield for
to do Then--(CLINK, CLANK, RATTLE, TWEET)-- I suddenly heard something new. I was sitting around Trying to sleep Practicing counting by Counting sheep
Down in the state of South Carolina The song had been written and recorded by a man named T. Texas Tyler The song in it's original form related to something
For the pimps in the back still dig us they push lacks For the niggas riding Benz, the thugs that flip trucks Double deuces on them thangs popped up with new
about CHORUS: Baby sit down Only when we sexing is when I want to hear you yelling out loud Count Down Backwards from 10 Now ain't that much better Break down
go) 100 percent (I go), 100 percent (I go), 100 percent (I go), 100 percent (I go) Let me count this money, 1 million, 2 million Put this up for up my new car, save that for
beneath my chin And I saw in some girl's eyes, she thought I was making deals There was just me and the clock struck out I was looking for something
more grief and tears The shock waves start to ease down as our senses coming to The preparation has begun for the old world and the new Imagine people
you couldn't do something and you still made it happen Congratulations So clap for the independent women So clap for my homies straight thuggin Clap for
murder scene She moved to New York City, hung with hookers and fiends Then one night she met Liza in the bar that she worked Serving appetizers in a buttoned down
oh for so much? I'm not asking to be understood Am I asking oh for so much? I'm just looking for a brand new friend A brand new friend Walking in the
to mop it Who wanna knock it? Get blown out the socket (Hey, who's gettin' money?) Remains the topic Stay true, somethings in it for you I know you wanna get down
wash my hair and I kid myself, I look real smooth Look over there, here comes Jeanie with a new boyfriend They say that looks don't count for much If
all the lawyers calling all cops to wave days through. Just close your eyes for this long, something?s mixed up and something?s gone, Only fingers can you count
all the lawyers calling all cops to wave days through So close your eyes for this long Something?s mixed up and something?s gone Only fingers can you count
sad goodbye No hugs or tears that way, it's probably for the best Sent cards along the way Said I was looking for a brand new life I never settled down
just singed up a new cheff, Lucky Lu the Screwston Freestyler ya'll just wishing that the Dope House would die huh! I heard you boys talking down bumpin
done f**ked up Yeah, Big M-E-F, Staten Island Advance, motherf**ked* Word up, don't ever count me out, just count me the f*** in I'll be back for more