x2:] All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better run, outrun my gun. All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better
the moralist on the mountaintop the capgun cowboy caught playin dressup patrols his cartoon beat with his costume clothes the damn fool with his ten
better for you Somehow we'll make it 'Cause that's what we do Pick a star in the open sky I see you see me And that is why I Hop along to the cowboy
is stupid [Raekwon:] That nigga pussy doin pig Latin He can't come to the hood Might kill him off top up in the Staten Son think he better than niggaz
better put all your eggs in one basket You better count your chickens before they hatch You better sell some wine before it's/its time You better find yourself an itch to scratch You better
your hand on the clip Becaue Oakland... Yeah, I'm telling y'all Oakland... Moving on to St. Louis, where thecountry is fucked With gold teeth int hey mouth
your hand on the clip Becaue Oakland... Yeah, I'm telling y'all Oakland... Moving on to St. Louis, where they thinki they be buffin with gold teeth in they mouth
[Krayzie:] Yeaa Better Back Up Off Me Nigga Never No Soft Your Boy'll Stop Your Heartbeat While You Out In The Street Yellin Out What You Fittin To Do
popping, so these haters coming to hate us (get off, get off) [Verse 1:] I can answer you quicker than them, Shall I begin keeping my mouth closed, keeping my mouth
[Chorus] You run, and you hide.. Better hide, better hide And you run, and you and hide.. Better hide, hide.. You run, and you hide.. Better hide, better
talkin? box, we?re snarlin? dogs, We?re quintessential cowboys and we feel fine. While in limbo I?ll keep clear my head. While in need I?ll shut my mouth
that?s what we do. I?m proud to be country, now how ?bout you? Put on your cowboy hat so the world can see. Look them all in the eye they better wish
waitin' here for you I guess that nows the time I'd better tell her Hon I've got this old friend that's here with me He used to be a cowboy and a good
your red ass nipple on your red neck titty Bitch I'm rollin down south With a swisher sweet hangin out my mouth And sport a Hank Allen cowboy hat But
"Come on out with your hands high! "Hahahaha, with your hands high! Hahhaha huh I better reason with him" Why don't you ride to the rhythm of a nigga
to gets you I think I got the coldest car game in the city Fuck ridin stock I'm off the lot lookin pretty I got your mouth dropped saying He ain't do
t got no cigarette loaded where the backwood at Come walkin up and get a pistol in your face hoe If you want an autograph you better say so Otherwise
And when the underworld's Best kept secrets Saw it's own reflection I knew things had finally changed For better or worse Whatever as always Midlife