Текстове на песни:
The Music Drugs

monitored by secret service agents for two years Evidence leads Tobacco and Fire Arms officials to believe That his literally dope lyrics promote drug

die with a straight face Survivin', under conditions demons dinin? You can run it but can?t hide it, so step aside It?s the nigga that makes music for

the West had it locked Everybody doin' 'em, I'm still scratchin' on the block Like "Damn, I'ma be a failure" Surrounded by thugs, drugs, and drug, paraphenalia

Billy Blue: Oooh that what it is Akon: Ehhh ehhhh ehhh Konvict music, this is my life yeahhh akon and blue yeah yeahhhhhhh CHORUS: This is the story

be tight, me and my naughty friends Caused pure madness in the ends, I mean day and night We robbed, we stole, we loved to fight Smoking, drinking, joyriding, drugs

that I'm cool But they give it back to me and say continue That's the thing about the hundreds, they never give up On the drugs and the music and all

the cops Droppin off yola in the Wal*Mart parkin lot (parkin lot) Hustle in our arteries, re-up and re-cop (cop) Cemeteries, mortuaries, tryin to get guap' (UHHH) Drugs

Kickin it with rich niggaz in rollers, and candy sixes Deliverin hot shit like Pizza Hut for them hardcore thugs Niggaz who pimp bitches and hit the highway with them drugs

, so you start to think back $hort Dogg was a nigga that always rapped Half my life ago, didn't sell no dope I sold dope fiend music for your stereo Sittin