stop this party 'til we save the world. This time, not alone. We've got some friends along. And as a team we can become even stronger. Together, we can
thru it Tryna re-invent themselves showin no improvement Gettin crushed by this lite skin youngen on sum new shit 40 just record it and we'll drop this
and rappin' But, we da future Whitney Houston told me that, it's gon take mo' than a bullet in a heart to hold me back [Hook] Blushin' in this 40 ounce
shure she aint pregnant put 1 in her spout [Game:] Ow shit we out 2 villains on the move Spittin harder then LL on crush-groove [Juice:] We new skool but we
J] I can hear the crickets and the creatures of the night You can hear me drag my foot and scrape my butcher knife I can hear the owl as it trims a wicked
] I knowwwww.. I knowwwwww Some places we can go, some places we can go I knowwwww.. I knowwwwww! Some places we can go, some places we can go Do you
can't rush with this We all in the family, what have we, I think we done found a freak hoe People all in my wallet hopin to frolic we gon' see hoe just
the coke gon' come Open up a drum, I'm eatin' Oprah crumbs Got poor credit, got whore debit Walk in the 40-40 I'ma score, bet it Four tennis chains hoe
you'll get [Chorus: x2] (Hey hey) We party and bullshit Booze it with floosies (hey hey) And that's how we do's it Not the Biancas we choosing Everybody
Changing My Identity For Energy For Any Thats Obsenity Now In 2000 And 7 We Sippin Aint No Remidy Jealousy Indian Murder Like You In Kinamy Guess We Aint Nigga We
crushed blown to dust before we discover the true power within us yo how many times can we rhyme about the same thing before we realize stand up we got
hope I'm done See the voodoo priest, then the *** gon' come Open up a drum, I'm eatin' Oprah crumbs Got poor credit, got *** debit Walk in the 40-40
Ha ha, the remix, 5 on it We creepin' in too, baby (We got 5 on every thang, mayn) We got uh, Dru Down, we got the Luniz (Shock G, whassup?) (Know it'
[Hook] So far to go We gotta keep on pushing, come on [Verse 1 - Trae The Truth] I'm on a neverending vacation Until my tires go flat Or everything f
are sort of jel Cause the Giant finally got his props We can box rhyme for knots and see who got the biggest glocks It don't matter cause I can withstand
keys to a Porsche, to breeze in the loft Roll up my hand sheets with the force We squeeze off, no need for remorse, playa Forty wild goons, we forty Calhouns