our own whiskey and our own smoke too Ain't too many things these 'ol boys can't do (including Bocephus) We grow good 'ol tomatoes and homemade wine And
[Tech N9ne] And I'm back to the drama, yes that karma Double back and slap me without armour Troubled cats ... And a loveable act extractin at y'all Give
fuck with Now I know the promoters I'm in with the musket Pound of the haze and a box of Dutches High to the cottonmouth Paranoid, make the wrong move bitch and
of my life, Bacardi on ice Live from Los Angeles, it's Saturday night While others staty tight we're looking for some parties to crash I never bounce, rock and
tell the law And for you fagots I see past all your cheap stares Nowadays I see my past from a beach chair, yeah And I the fellin' so relaxed and refreshin
and its nuttin to me, and you! Chumps already know how it feel, When it comes to the pump and the steel, its like(lets get it on) You know what these wild boys
gun and a plan, I got the Torah and the Qu'ran I got your toddler in the back of a van I got a hostage and a list of demands, I gotta gotta 'bout a thousand
gutta do Yeah, all black skis black ones and the jumpsuit Slide in the slider, in and out night vision Scopes on the AR to hit 'em with precision And
and God shut my eyes We gon ride 95 till it ain't no gas, flip and divide ties till it ain't no cash And till the computers crash and the dough all
Don't let 'em hate to front you") You can see it ("Get up and follow me and flow again, use my life as an example") Do it, and see it, and be nobody else
where it all began [XV - Verse 1] Yeah, Zack and Kelly but tell me and tot he max we go And treat these verses like Margarito and Pacquiao Teachers thought
Ghetto Bill cus my seats they be Gucci And when I roll through the hood I got 2 or 3 hoochies Lou Vaton Airbags 'case I crash bad Futuristic kidded up
your eyes, love, it glows so I'm bare-boned and crazy for you When you come crash into me, baby And I come into you In a boys dream In a boys dream
, flat as he can be So come on pretty baby, just you and me Meanwhile back in the jungle I jumped outta the pot and finally got away Frantic and worried
feel like somethin's happenin' Somethin' good is happenin' I feel love has gotta come on, and I want it Somethin' big and lovely And I want the world
Going down to Allen's for A twenty-five cent beer And the jukebox playing real loud, "Ninety-six tears" We're wild girls walkin' down the street Wild girls and boys
club Going down to Allen's for A twenty-five cent beer And the jukebox playing real loud "Ninety-six tears" We're wild girls walkin' down the street Wild girls and boys
circle and shake like we do And move when you just can't take it And move if you just feel like breaking it I come crashing to the floor And I know