I'm a true nigga, please do, nigga Betta inquire from a few niggas 'Cause bitch, I done shit on quite a few and quieted a few niggas Get a grip, dead
the moon Colorado bulldog This night has gone to my head Colorado bulldog Throw a leash around my neck Turn around and run like hell Swingin' from the rafters, losin' all control Playin' a
It's a tribal thing we're seeing War paint on the face A question of territory, pride and space People strutting and feathers flying It's a sorry scene
When we kiss that way I search for words that might explain How can a love go so deep? Girl, it's in my blood, it'll always be a part of me If we stay
ready rock They know my bar came venom in a bezzie rock Kicked from fight club, outfit from Eddie Brock I'm goin for the kill, focused on a steady plot
dope injected by swollen syringes This flame thrower singes and burns you to a crisp of ashes I'm ill suffer from constant hot flashes Bad rock annihlates
in me is satisfied, but 'til the day arrives all I got is eighty-five. A clock can kill motivation, that's why I'm never rockin' a watch, What's a
turn it on, turn it up, come on Yo Greg, put us in the red, shake a leg Cause we gotta get it loud enough to wake the dead Even in a library or an old
1] Full blown Rap rock and roll Whatever happened to solid gold? Aint like it cant and wont get sold Sold by the same cats Stole yo soul Back on a track
a million years on the ground Take me up in your rocket ship Take me so, so far away (Away) Let me forget all the good shit Take me so, so far away (Away
a cuss word I'd just be like, fuck If I was a rock on the moon I'd be chillin like sup If I was a butthole I'd just be an exit If I was the DOC I'd be
refrain I walk on but then I run right back I?m at it again, she?s callin? I ran a few blocks away and broke a bottle Carjacked a minivan and punch
I was reaching out each moment to be free You were all those things I'd never be Gentle music, rock away the sadnesses in me Rock away my lonely yesterdays
asked I'm going someplace to forget someplace her memory won't show up So far everywhere I've been hasn't been quite far enough Is there a rocket to the moon
Riding down the road in my pick-up truck You better get ready 'cause I'm picking you up With a full moon a shining and a little bit of luck We'll run
Rink The Roller Rink, the Roller Rink Just skate away you don't need to think No cars and minks, no Gucci links No need for a shrink If you see what
a 80's drought, I'm about that Valley Jo Po Po, be throwing tantrums, 'cause I live up on a hill With a view on a acre in a big white who white mansion
a crockpot Deep out in these southern woods and Far away from everything Out amongst the tombstones Cookin up that hurricane Take a sip for testin then' Pour a