, Count your blessings. the papers wouldn't lie! I sigh. Not one more Its been a bad day. Please dont take a picture Its been a bad day. Please We
Count your blessings. the papers wouldn't lie! I sigh. Not one more Its been a bad day. Please dont take a picture Its been a bad day. Please We're
lord, Count your blessings. the papers wouldn't lie! I sigh. Not one more Its been a bad day. Please dont take a picture Its been a bad day. Please
keep it gangsta but I'm a do it my way The new day of the week is called My day So it's my say, Pass my K I'm thru talkin
said look ma no hands And not darling I don't dance And, I'm with Roscoe, I'm with Waka I think I deserve a chance I'm a bad mothafucka Gon' ask some
but these cool Js And my wrist froze, but I'm cool sha', like a bald head, I'm too paid I'm too blazed, and I'm too high, George Kush, the whole crew
ma no hand, she said look ma no hands And no darlin' I don't dance and I'm wit Roscoe I'm with Waka I think I deserve a chance Imma bad motha fucka go
she said look ma no hands And no darlin' I don't dance and I'm with Roscoe I'm with Waka I think I deserve a chance I'm a bad motha fucka go and ask them
the purp out And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one Now I'm out of my mind
bout a bad day, I live a life like that It's unfair, and I'm losin my hair, blastin hooligans Catch me, I'm fallin out flat, yo I'm ruined and breathin
up, once I'm gettin' serious Niggas get delirious, nigga is you serious? These flags ain't bad, you better strap with the back I be the F-L-A-M-E-to
Ja) J-A-R (yeah) U-L-E (what, let 'em know) (Who else you thought it would beeeee) (All my bitches with me say) J-A-R, U-L-E (what's my name, nigga?) (
alone I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad No psycho killer, hooligan geurilla I dream to riot, oh you should try it R. E. Perot, get gold card soul
me I'm comin through with the motherfuckin shotty I really don't wanna hurt nobody; just kill off Illuminati Fuck the D-E-A and the F-B-I I-R-S can kiss
m still at it, After-mathematics In the home of drivebys and ak-matics Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic I dip through then I get skin, D-R-E
