I'm high, I'm in thinker mode Eyes low'd, I let the skies hold the thoughts The streets are like the high road that I go across (Kanye) I mean, my whole
hang out tonight We're gonna say what we like 'Cause, yo, yo, we wanna know how many people in the flow Would like to just let yourselves go and doowutchyalike
up Feelin my highs and my lows In my soul, and my goals Just to stop smoking and stop drinkin But I been thinkin I got my reasons Just to get (by), just
Talking shit behind my back, what the fuck you hang around for? I'm down for, my family and don't mind taking chances I'll go that extra mile as Madchild
background Why the negative vibes and why people take bribes I don't understand it yo, I don't know Why the bad people and why the good people die
bout to go out of my mind I'm gonna leave you early in the mornin' People because, just because I'm 'bout to go out of my mind I'm gonna find me some
grill, potato salad Straps in the park, at a cookout I'll let a hater have it Constantly seen on the scene, throughout my neighborhood Kept it real with my people
'm back in the spot again Blowin' it up, I drop my own bomb Two big green mitts, and tails on my arm You in my way my man, yo B excuse me I didn't call
Put on your walkmase and go underneath the town Q-Tip abstract how I gets down All my bitches, dance if you know that you dam sure Let your drip on
to play So just make sure you got it all set to go Before you come for my piano But the band's on the bus And they're waiting to go We've got to drive
tears let's get out of here For I love you baby sister let's go home [ piano ] Yes I curse the man that made you... Mama's waitin' baby sister let's
a big piano We can live like the Black Sopranos They say all good girls love thug niggaz I guess that's why I'm so in love wit'cha Let's ride, let's ride
skull no bull Jonny had spool Rule number one you can't spot him If you think you got him then tell us about him(go on) Tell us about him(go on) Tell
a little lady and lay it on me Lay it on me Lay it on me Just lay it on me Lay it on me Here we go, let's, let's jam We're comin', we're comin', we
places seen many faces And everywhere I go people wanna jive So I keep my fingers on my .45 So don't cross my dusty path Or I'll put my foot up in crusty
open Bash his face in Let it split 'em Since he brought his main man wit' 'em He ask me how I did 'em I let the rhythm hit 'em Let it hit 'em Dance