I'm a worried man, got a worried mind No one in front of me, no one behind There's a woman on my lap and she's drinking champagne Got white skin, got
Watch out, you might get what you're after Cool baby, you're strange but not a stranger I'm an ordinary girl And I'm burnin' down the house Hold tight
I had a birthday party for mama last night In her ninety and a half foot triple-wide You ain't seen nothin' if you ain't seen NASCAR on a sixty inch plasma
Santana A monkey drank a bottle and learned to speak A squid drank a bottle and became a freak A lion drank a bottle and forgot how to growl A horse
Girl acted like she'd never seen a ten befo' It's all about the Hamilton's, baby Throw the snacks in the bag And I'm a ghost like Swayze Roll up to
Old sixty one's my number on the highway I'm turnin' up the V's on the airways I'm tuned into some bad ass transactions It's the only way to get my satisfaction
I'm a let a nigga know You know what I'm sayin', just right off the bat I gives a fuck about no nigga Don't be no corvie ass nigga I'm tryin' to tell
house and take your shit away Thought you had a friend, but I'm a nigga gettin' paid Real swift, here's a gift, comin'at you is a bullet The psychopathic
shoot Nigga never no 9-1-1 to your rescue Never respect you, blowin' your chest through Labelled as a menace, but I'm feelin' it again And I'm in it
And I'm waiting for the Lord, oh, please don't leave me forsaken Caught up in the doom, prepare for Satan So we facing a situation while I'm drunk and
seemed to give a shit And that's what makes me one hard son of a bitch Since they ain't give a shit, I ain't give a shit either Sweet 16, time to stack
yeah we stay stylin' Staten Island a.k.a. Shaolin'! Chorus (The Cool Kids) In my city I'm the mayor But I got a key to the city everywhere I'm like
fuck with rappers, they lie too bad Pussy fat, I told her it look like she wearin' a pad She ain't a ten or a dime, she a ten and a half A goonette is
We were twisting Chubby Checker style In a roaring sixties summer night We walked the moon and we were free When Jimi played guitar We shared a dream
tryna levitate your car I'm not a star, I'm a nigga that'll issue the scar I'm that nigga wit his hammer on him at the bar Sheek a straight up crook
yeah I think Earth was there and shit And a few other niggaz in and out of the buildin Tryin to catch every sell but not to children Got a sixty of that
back Nah, I dunno I'm just tryin' get a label Sit behind the desk, you know, watch a lil' cable Put my lil' man out, throw a few grand out Get into some pop music, put a