even open up my mouth begin to speak I need some radio To help me reach But i heard they get their money on By makin you weak Drowning in the sea of
Had a mil early man, I been learned my mathematics Oh, oh, 02 cop them 06 Boy stop stunting if I wanted I could have your chick Don't get it twisted
move out Or get a new house, it's like livin' in a war, walkin' through shootouts And you doubt God exists, when hard fists Be poundin' on your head
your sins When the gates of Heaven open up And Hell's closin' in It's repentance day Repent for your sins When the gates of Heaven open up And Hell'
head up Me and you after school in the front and we can tear it up And everybody gon' know about it Yep, so put down your set, and shut up, and be sho
up by the sea Gobbled up, like the lost city of Moore and Atlantis But I'm fierce as the cyclone winds that blew through Kansas Have your clan stranded
i called the social worker confidentially and she called his mom and said "guess who thinks your husband is beating up your son?" next thing i knew that family packed up
the sun shine all in my face. Oh yeah this life is good, don't let it all go to waste Just walk outside the door to get your mom off your case. Yeah
you test us we test nuts boy Better part the sea and pin the scriptures we read 'em Gotta get 'em where it hurt Gotta get their kids first Now my subject
it? And get tax, I guess somebody gotta do it So take coke, rock it up brick-solid Ain't nobody thinkin about a checks up ??? wallet Kids are growin up
did you How much did you get? Hey, baby, well tell me please How much did you get that sleaze? Finally made it, baby, right up to the top Millions of kids
that we coming then we hold up the block scorn niggaz like their mothers then we wet up their socks red dye, escaping on the red eye ,sea shores then
no one had the proof And as the sun was coming up in a sea of empty cups White suburban kids were all raising the roof And I'm tired but I'm not sleeping
I say I'll be waitin (Skee-Lo) Snap, crackle, pop Oh wow look at me now Holy cow watch me blew up blow up Make ya throw up I got mad fills to make mad
bitches of the athletes [Mikey Rocks:] Big up to what's been up, nigga Pinups from when we clicked up and posed for these pictures, good And the kids connected up
on the beach road Far north, south west, down south east coast I dunno but it feels so easy, coastal kids who just sing in the sea breeze Who am I to
up under your skin like a splinter The center of perfection, back for the winter I'm interesting The less thing since wrestling Infesting in your kids
dip, bum on your lips Fuck that, cum on your lips, and some on your tits And get ready, 'cause this shit's about to get heavy I just settled all my lawsuits