gotta give you part three of my confessions First I told you 'bout the skank that I was cheatin' with Then I mentioned she's havin' my kid That's not
thugs at - Where the thugs at) [Lil' Jon] I like dem gurls (What's up, what's up - What's up, what's up - What's up, what's up) [Chyna Whyte] I like
new niggaz stop there But a lot later than a whole gang of people thought The last of the real hustlers, well maybe not the last Bleek's gonna be a good
breakfast Reached for my phone And I had some texts One from my sister Her name's Alexis One about a show I got-a do in Texas 'Nother one from a lady
all right now It's a life or death situation man Y'all don't really understand how I feel right now man It's your boy Kanye to the Chi-town what's going
it's very rare that you see me and Lanson In a club with bub partin', we dancin' If so it's Chris Bacardi an some Branson All leathered out in a Harley
you I'm screwed up I felt better than I ever felt before, I'm Intoxicated but maintaining self control, I I took a swig, I had a jug chug-a-lug, I'm
a forty five and a ap medal to Bounce baby bounce or boot up bitch Where dey at get the gat first I got's to take a piss I'm a magnolia man, a calio king
No barkin' from the dog, no smog And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog (Damn) I got my grub on, but didn't pig out Finally got a call from a girl
'Cause you so fine A woman choose a man It's a real motee Make a choice 'cause me and Ray We never have beef Me and Snoop we go hard Real macaroni's
at - Where the thugs at) [Lil' Jon] I like dem gurls (What's up, what's up - What's up, what's up - What's up, what's up) [Chyna Whyte] I like dem
mean the shit was all bad just a week ago Rappers is bullshittin', fuck it, I ain't hatin' though 'Cause now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satin's
the floor you said don't go to bed yet let's go get a 64 and the beer i had had for breakfast was a pint of jim beam and a fifth of peach schnapps and
[Incomprehensible] C'mon, I'm a gangsta Yeah, motherfucker I'm a thug Please believe I'm a pimp girl C'mon, let's go And I'm a hustler, a hustler (Do
you can get a snap, snap Get a, get a snap, snap, get a, get a snap, snap Get a, get a snap, snap, get a, get a snap, snap Get, get a snap, snap I'ma
foot in your ass just like a kung-fu flick Bust my tool quick hittin' with the force of a mule kick Spit fly shit as if I was baggin' a new chick Instead
We open up ourselves, like a cannonball fired across the bows of a big ship hauling up its sail sailing out a?? sailing in hoping that good luck prevails on a