| Lyrics: | I'm cruisin, I'm losin money on gas
I pass a car with a star in it, I stare
For a minute,
but that's the limit
Otherwise gas won't be the only thing
I'm losin' money too...ooh wee!
It's
Tuesday, two days after the weekend
Imagine if the weekend was a day for
Weak
minded men - anyway
I re-take my train of thought, I bought
a fat sack and I'm happy cause I
got nappy
Soldiers in my crew, ya through, if
You don't learn so I learnt, that I'm
burnt
I ran into my homie, yeah wassup?
At least I thought he was, but then I caught
the buzz that he was talkin behind my back
From his girl, ain't that Earl? For
Those
who can't feel me, Earl means wack
In fact, I had that problem a few times
But I'll just
splurge it in a new rhyme, then forget it
Maybe I'll split it in half, or laugh like
this...
Ha ha ha... can u feel me?
I faked the funk, and conversated without a doubt
He was a chump, but with clout, I ended my route
at the liquor store and I tried to
buy a Guiness Stout, but I remembered it was nasty
But fools drink it cause it's a hip-hop
classy
You can miss me with that trendy drink
Cause they, all make your breath stink,
plus
death is linked to all alcohol that Arabians won't let you buy
they keep tellin me my
identification is a lie
Why would I, put my face on plastic and in the space
where it says
birthdate put |
