your heart lead the way Let's get out of here Oh, what do you say? Seventeen years old She was out with her friends They started drinkin' at some party
the O.E. 20 dollar sack, and my hat to the back just like TLC Now when you play, it'd better not be with Show and Dre Or sex in between the sheets at
Creepin off with your stump Feel something in the rump Holla's, yeah they gonna get you How does it feel bitch get the picture Back indoors hey at last Look at
one, gold one Club cat, you want them old ones, old ones Black, black, look at that lady go, lady go Look at me, I'm on the radio, radio Cut, cut, we
lead in my video You're my superstar, no one can take ya role Every Dee-Jay, make this the last request at your party While the playas try to spit at
the pale moon light? Didn't know that I blast anything on sight? Murder at night, side-busters best take flight As they dead bodies covered in the sheets
a frog with his arms and legs outspread I gazed at the coffin I'd brought for him and I gazed at the gruesome dead And at last I spoke Bill liked his
tryna zone I got a whole Swisha Sweet full Rappers are liars and they women are deceitful Adding till they subtract me I never be a equal Last place Drizzy is the nigga in the lead
twirled We going at you, not cause we want to but cause we have to To avoid the situation that you couldn't last through If I can't have it at all
she's moaning, trying to wake up any sleep takers Screaming obscenities at me, she got a foul mouth like she T. Draper Sheet shaker heat maker, wanna
just look at what you?re doing? Yeah, he?s joined by a choir of doctors and statesmen Who plan their sorry lives to the last day's end But look at all
motherfuckin' name nigga? What's my muh'fuckin' name nigga? What's my muh'fuckin' name? Outlawz in this bitch, rap pro at his finest Repeat, Death Row at
walking, want to get me a tryst I'm a telephone lover, and a lover at last Dirty secrets, zipped up tight, dirty secrets, gonna let it out tonight I got lead
this is how I feel I never meant to disrespect you in any way You're mine so neglect what your friends have to say It's true I spend more time at work
Jerry Jeff Walker/John Inmon Last year we went to London and Paris, Texas We went on a bus tour, the great Texas honky tonk tour Here are some snapshots
, yo, check it, uh These are last words of the hanging slave How can I forget this I rob you, put you on my hit list Under my nails is dirty, look at
towel To stick under the do' she's moaning, trying to wake up any sleep takers Screaming obscenities at me, she got a foul mouth like she T.Draper Sheet
out The blackout, it's too white but need a black house Got a rat spouse who act out over cracked out Gotta access with the back out on a back route To send shots at