break, And knock both of the screws out the licence plate. Let the games begin, These other rap niggas so far behind me, go taste my rims, Shit, let the chronic burn
start our pistol Cause if you right and, know you right, then where's your ritious ways We sacrafice, snatch your life, many nights and days Follow
give ya what ya want through the days and the nights Its about time that we turned out the lights (Rock The Party) X2 My time to burn so sit back
quest to be free God damn i got some worn out shit The same old pants and the dirty ass lid My worn out socks and my worn out shoes Still got the same
Sometimes it don't you know Some days it hurts Some days it feels real good Sometimes it hurts Sometimes it don't you know Some days it works so good
Back in the old folky days The air was magic when we played. The riverboat was rockin' in the rain Midnight was the time for the raid. Oh, Isabela, proud
to me... I called out: answer me! He did not answer. I cried out: open! He did not. The night was burning hot and dry I went to a different gate
me... I called out: answer me! He did not answer I cried out: open! He did not The night was burning hot and dry I went to a different gate to
mess with dogs...dogs goin' heep. Creepin' of different days and different powers of the week, a beautiful life that got ma heart caught up in heat. I'm burnin'...burnin
start our pistol Cause if you right and, know you right, then where's your ritious ways We sacrafice, snatch your life, many nights and days Follow me
ya' sell by date to me, I'm different, Bitch I sell out when you at the venue and date to me. [Chorus:] Now it's game over, Kick him out the team, but
ya' sell by date to me, I'm different, Bitch I sell out when you at the venue and date to me. (Gap) [Chorus] Now it's game over, Kick him out the team
were in my heart I thought I had to play each part I'd skip school and get in a fight Had a different girl every Friday night But it all came out
just a small square But who am I to say I'm better man I just want this shit forever man Momma said there will be better days But when better days came
and you're just a small square But who am I to say I'm better man I just smoke this shit forever man Momma said there will be better days But when better days
the days from a mayne was to mayne is sometimes I wish I was rich without the famous Niggas think the same shit different do same shit dudes do the same
re just a small square But who am I to say I'm better man I just want this shit forever man Momma said there will be better days But when better days
say 'Cause it makes no difference if I throw it away 'Cause it makes no difference Yeah it makes no difference if I throw it away It makes no difference It makes no difference