'S A HOOKER SOMEWHERE IN L.A.) The idiot bastard son: (ABANDONED TO PERISH IN BACK OF A CAR . . . KENNY WILL STASH HIM AWAY IN A JAR) THE IDIOT BOY
me YC, YC, YC Way too big for my ma'fuckin' jeans I'm so fly I don't even got wings Eyes real low, just blame it on the green Girl cut up, got lean on
' to kill to put in the smokehouse The preacher's comin' sunday - to spend the day But - we're still a-livin' - so ever'thing's okay. The canned stuff's spoiled - else the jar
I started at Hood cats are part of where it started at, no doubt We hustle hard to keep the shark's fear, yeah For the score go to war like a jar head
day I long, I long, I long, I long I long to hear every single street singer Oh, what a mood that feeling brings You can capture life in a jar Chances
when I throw it. depression makes you copp dimes, until your brain crashes like the streets without traffic signals and stop-signs. cause everyday, is judgment day
My friend drove off the other day, And now he's gone and all they say, Is you gotta live cause life goes on But now I see i'm mortal too I can't live
and taking it off Back in the day money was short, I'm making it taller You know what I mean, some say it's a problem Blowings my greens, not saving
you may believe Shouldn't wish up on your clover leaf, wishing up on a star Losing my memory behind a bar, all I want is drank out the jar Locked in the
out with an old jar bow She dressed me up for to take me home She fed me words that I could not taste For I had no tongue it had been replaced By a green
a village further down the beach We woke up the next morning on a bed of tiny flowers, Packed the tent and went to get somethin' to eat We bought a cheap jar
Cause its almost Christmas day Christmas bells are ringing, carolers are singing (Christmas day) Christmas day is getting near Celebrate the season with a special reason (Christmas day
Know my style, you know I style, get money poster-child Crip, piece, I swear you should come over child Garage, Benz, Lambourgini, Rover fouls Red, blue, green
got hotter, the day got to draggin' along I saw Uncle Gene coming back from his car With something clear as water in a mason jar The lemonade got hearty
rise like the sun Like the moon above day palms Where there is light I enter absolute Where there is dark there is none of me Like the moon above day
holding them back from opening verbal attack all over these niggas, push the herd to the back I'm the kind that they pray on, spending half of their day
't catch it when I throw it depression makes you cut dimes until your brain crashes like the streets without traffic signals and stop-signs cause everyday, is judgment day
S A HOOKER SOMEWHERE IN L.A.) The idiot bastard son: (ABANDONED TO PERISH IN BACK OF A CAR . . . KENNY WILL STASH HIM AWAY IN A JAR) THE IDIOT BOY!