Who knows I might be [Incomprehensible] in the rough Instead of in between I'll be glad when uncle Jim can't call me precious child That simply drives me wild
't understand The spirits that still walk the land Or whatever the case I believe that we all still remain To share the same space So dad, I know you
bling? If I wasn't on TV and I ain't sing, huh? I pray before I sit with a pen and a pad A birth of a thought occurs and it calls me dad To the universe
a young man I was wild and full of fire A youth within my teens, but full of challenge and desire I ran away from home and left my mother and my dad
Fight Back, Like This, Like That White wanna black, the darken attached, just hauntin these gats, Drunk...start to laugh. My complex is like caught like caught in my dad
't understand The spirits that still walk the land Or whatever the case I believe that we all still remain To share the same space So Dad, I know you
' a whole lotta shit but lemme tell you this I'ma Hot Boy a-k-a the Juvenile Come in through your door with that iron - callin' ya out You want do? ya
the microphone like smallpox Wild-eyed babies go crazy when I rock Blind old ladies into diabetic shock 'Cause it's all the same when they call my name
time where I used to care what folks think Sniffing on my arm hoping that I don't stink Your boys are turned to men and men turned to savages I call
I'm comin' I'm comin' I'm comin' I'm comin' Boom bash, wake up, I set it off right Look around and turn your wet dream to fright night You can call me
Before we go any further, friends As you call ?em they call you when they need somethin? Trees for the blunt, two G's for the front I found a way to
, nigga what? Come on! (can you, can you, hear me? ) Can you hear me motherfucker? !? I'm talking to you! ('cause I am in...side your head) (? ) uncontrollable and wild
my chance to shine, call me Len Bias I'll be patiently waiting for you if then try us I don't call it writing no more, I call it a pen virus [Verse 6
blow spots like land mines Do the knowledge as I pick seven deadly signs From the glock that'll make city streets boom dock The industry is calling
their voices sing Surely that must be to every man A most fantastic thing BRIDGE Five miles deep underwater You hear them singin CHORUS Calling...calling
Your mom and your dad Plaid class with polka dots I hope you ain't mad Back up little mama I'm about to react Yup, we ain't just funky but wild No,
they only child Now they got the naza cocaine it got 'em wild This child was born a twin seven minutes from my brother No visions of my dad wouldn't
without no drama Half the OG's age but they call me Mama Had the ganja overstuffed in the hefty bag Orange peels to kill the smell slangin' with my dad