Hot Box.. [Trina] I got a, fat pussy for a cocksucker I got a, hideout for a cop ducker I got a, condo for a baller nigga I got a, gay friend you can
Johnny Cash, is she hiding a mustache? I think I'm dancin' with a man. We sat down and talked a while, and we listened to the band, and a friend
the light of day And they heard their old friend passed away That yard looked like a funeral hall Without the pies and casseroles [Chorus: ] Well, it's goodbye Johnny
won't get no second chance And get fucked in this biz without a kiss or a dance The game is to exploit young ghetto kids A straight pimp game, and there
be over We'll raise a family I'll get a job and I'll be a voter And if I die It will change you Change you I watch over a family But only as an
a sack big enough for me and a friend You do know how to roll B's don't you? Well let's fill one up with a dub and a little bit of love And take it
Came up on a worried man, asked him if he had a light He reached on down, dug in his shoe, figured in his sock he might He asked if he cold come and join
to the break 'Cause I'm a sugar blizzard I'll blow you like a chicken and stab you in your gizzard Nah nah, let me back that up I think I'll freakin'
s not much to ask he preferred to be referred as Mr. Crash His style was brash When hooked on smack you'll sing like trash Record labels steal all the cash
a worried man, asked him if he had a light He reached on down, dug in his shoe, figured in his sock he might He asked if he cold come and join, at what he
Box.. [Trina] I got a, fat pussy for a cocksucker I got a, hideout for a cop ducker I got a, condo for a baller nigga I got a, gay friend you can call