the sky for you Everyday I die a little Everyday I live a lot Everyday I die a little Everyday I live a lot When you walk away, I want you back I
coupe, a nigga pull to the club, like what it do/ I'm a fool with a swag, I'm a tool in a bag/ Nigga so clean I don't need to brag/ Pretty girls on my
, 'cause I'm always heated and you can taste this Audi little something out the seams a my trousers With no hesitation I got a team to come clown ya I
to believe I'm outta sight I like money, money, money, girls, girls, cash, cash I?ll let the champagne splash Yo, I'm not a gang banger but I'm good
everyday living Is slowly corrupting my soul I'm 2 months out the joint on papers Walking with 3 years parole I did 4 and a half a slab And shit a nigga
Like I'm raggedly sewn, askin' the Lord, why ain't I home Regardless of what I was on, I know you the King Tell Satan, I don't owe him a thing Slingin
the nonsense, cause I'm always heated and you can taste this Audi little something out the seams a my trousers with no hesitation I got a team to come clown ya I
in the club know I called the crib told my broad, I ain't coming back home I then found me another chick I wanna bone They call me short, I'm nothing
cock it back, tie 'em down If he try to move then I gotta lie him down From Y O a.k.a. Riot Town I used to buy it but I just supply it now Y'all used
nappy and I'm thinkin' up a way that I can get some dough Man I'm tryin' ta blow But yet this record shit is so slow I got the whole family on my back
ball 'Cause I fall a victim so I still be slanging them fat pillows To make 'em meet, each and every day as I comb my city streets Sometimes I wish I
other side Is there a heaven or a hell or is it all a lie? Make believe I ain't gone believe till I see Is there really a heaven for a true G' If it
so everyone look around a contact lense hey someone lost a contact lense so uh... Tom: I lost my virinity Mark: Keep an I out for it Tom: I lost a
sockin' And rockin' dawn 'til dusk I ain't the type to get suit-to-sike I feel I'm better than ever before but as a rapper I'm just alright Showin'
I got jealous when we couldn't run with the big fellas Bullies on the block used to beat us I was quick as a cat, in fact I was a cheetah Especially
Chorus Too $hort: Short short, short, short Now I don't give a fuck about ya' benz or ya light-skinned bitch I don't give a fuck who you tell you
with 3 years parole I did 4 and a half a slab and shit a nigga was dying I'm finally back in the world and its hard but I'm still trying not to fall and
it's the eastside baby i'm sir too short i can spit a rap and i'll create a sucka mc everyday niggas from oakland young and old runin round here keep
