whats out ah, that nigga dont know nothin 'bout us soldiers what, what [Chorus 1] - repeat 2X Test that nigga, rush that nigga get that nigga, man
and pause What the fuck man I can never get sleep man, peeped out the window what's wrong with ya'll? Stood up in my Crimson Tide Alabama sweat pants
' 'Cause I blinked for a second and you caught me slippin' No, now we're done before we even started Didn't know how much I miss you (Didn't know how
Gotta play the game so my lady won't complain 3 or 4 days I'll be back on a plane Do a couple shows where the people know my name Look man the crowd full
now, probably make a mother cry Should of listened to that song tellin' you to "Walk on by" But you didn't now your washed up like a cup of tide Let me know
like an elephant man Blunts swollen, bloated like an elephant man Past getting high, smokin' for the hell of it man If you ain't Grindtime You irrelevant man
? the same slogans, we don't know where we've been We've been all over the globe on our government's funds Leavin? man, woman and child dead, bloody and
girl of my dreams to give me Einstein And burn the marijuan' like [incomprehensible] Is my only bonafide break from these confines I need a change of scenery like a mind tide
it Stand by baby, where you at? Raise ya hand high You don't suck what that's a damn lie, got red rye My man ride, my fam tide, so I need a real chick
know MC's act like they don't know MC's act like they don't know MC's act like they don't know MC's act like they don't know
never know why way you're taking me So I'll roll with the tide roll with the tide Though the waves never seem to find the shore I'll roll with the tide
washing machine, with Tide soap in the Laundromat you witness the killing Your man got scared called Riverdale with a baseball Hat, took a cab to Hawthorne I know
chokin' Niggas croakin', never welcome I ain't jokin' You know, I'm smokin' I get the job done I suck ya dick in front of ya man and make us all cum
every summa, oh yeah Boy know I have to change my paint, oh yeah 'Cos that stock shit stink, oh yeah Re-do the inside, oh yeah 25 inch rims in tide, oh
it Stand by baby, where you at? Raise ya hand high You don't suck what that's a damn lie, got red rye My man ride, my fame tide, so I need a real chick
hits, ya know So I told her my name, my name is Tone She said, "Town!" You know like she never heard of me, ya know So I said, "Okay you may know me
to white-collar fools But I don't givin a fuck, y'all know cash rules Pay ya dues, stay true to the street Get your money, man, fo' sho' packs my heat