we drink this world away Like you I'm left alone to sit and think all day I always thought I'd turn out this way I'll never burn away Don't leave me hanging on
nine short hair big booty Looking like the leading lady starring in a movie Fly crib, Mercedes Benz She loves niggas like me and my shady friends And when we hang out, don't count
So rough hanging tough in the wild wild west With his gansta waves and gangsta hoods He made friends with dealers and crooks And when the party was on
to stay up on your ESPN If you're mind is on sex, you must got ESP then Had a crush on way back, I wasn't VIP then But I was plottin on you I really wished
Bankhead you can't flex on me Westside bitch I'm in the club, I got that TEC on me Extra deep, TECs on me, swinging nothing less on me Spending twenty
got a bedroom What else count money and give a nigga head room So when you hear the leg boom, bitch, you better get somewhere Somebody gettin' hit somewhere But on the west start
changed transport airbrush, outside speakers on Valentino pu**y huggers high heel sneakers on my feet done, nails too all on the front porch you cooking in some Vicki's ass hanging
a few seconds away from switching To the redundancy sequencer T minus 27 seconds We have gone for redundance sequencer start T minus 20 seconds and counting
you slanging dope Stressing so hard you want to hang your hope Dreamed of owning a house, maybe two or three cars Come up like a motherfucking movie star
talk or just hang around Shoot the breeze, tell me what you found On your search for some common ground Think of me when the moon is high Counting stars
watch the stars glow, oh So close your eyes and watch the stars glow, oh So close your eyes and watch the stars glow, oh So close your eyes and watch the stars
We have learned to count our blessings We have seen our guiding star Pick up your bags and get your ticket Don't hang around or you will miss it This
The weather man says we can count on snow tonight The Hills will glisten in a blanket of white Down in this valley, in our little country home Where family
show her no love, she keep on comin back Tellin me she got yo club, and where yo money at It must be my 'Lac, that's sittin on Pirellis The way I count
near see it Spinnin on a 45 I've come to the conclusion Clear the confusion My point is to rock Dis funky joint Dont you know I got tangled In the star
swimming in an icy creek Make sand angels on the beach Shoot cans with a BB gun Go hang gliding and bungee jump Swing around on the monkey bars Come on
thinks hes to blame How much does the world weigh Ask that man whos hanging on the cross His last breath would save the lost The answers in the tears on
