in the well It's a long, hot summer A lot of sweat and misery It's a long, hot summer It's killin' you and killin' me So you scream and shout, but
, ooh Tryin? to make sense Of a world gone crazy One hundred and rising So the tale is told One hundred and rising Old man sitting in the shade Won?
I pop When you see the chrome, run Y'all *** wanna see the N-G I'll go watch it like it's a hundred and ten of me Bustin' in every direction, the Public
up to a hundred and ten It's been so many years Come on, let's shine tonight Oh so many years And here it comes And here it comes And here it
and I can smell a hit So it's music to my ears every time I feel a clip I'm a card shark up in a hard rock Twenty grand a hand, baby, jamin' the ipod
home this one day and I am really irritated, and looking for a little sympathy and there's Bernie layin' on the couch, drinkin' a beer and chewin'.
't gonna buy a boat, I bought a store on fifth ave, No one on the corner raise hell like this, go to war with a coast and get a star for that shit, And
po And duck a dodo Birdies in them gogo's Trying to steal my mojo Oh no your'e fuckin with a pro Who go for dolo For sure though A season veteran holy a
myself a saint, 'cause I won't touch a bowl of food I gives a fuck, just don't interrupt my Looney Tunes this afternoon 'Cause I can find a job anytime
as it snores And prepare to spend the rest of my day indoors. The winter came back and brought a few close friends. A little time to think and some
you up to a hundred and ten It's been so many years Come on, let's shine tonight Oh so many years And here it comes And here it comes And here it comes
me the keys, to a boat Reached in his trenchcoat, and pulled out a yellow envelope Which contained twenty thousand in cash, a photograph Of a Colombian nigga with a
G.] P-I-M-Pology, ain't no record label Pimping me, feel me E.S.G. drop ki, like I drop a c.d. Boss Hogg Documentary, DVD Ten G's to feast, Slim and E
and fucking up blunts It was the 7th sign regime Wid the nines and beams the philly and green Wid a clik tight team and a nigga like me Ya couldn't go
Room games and diamond rain It's a fox hunt It's an f stop It's a ten acre wood Outbound on a western train It costs a quarter, man Out on the border
of being sick and I'm sick of being tired, Tired of these niggas and tired of these bitches, Shit let em lie as long as they ain't snitching, And men
into it Son you gave me a hundred dollars when I came home I didn't complain I wasn't in it to gain You my nigga when you hot and when the temperature