Lyrics:
Four On Six

number three Tom Jefferson stayed up to write The Declaration late at night So he and his wife had a great big fight And she made him sleep on the couch

nigga [Chorus] [G. Dep] Eighty-one I had fun, eight-two I was new Eight-three I did me, eight-four I had grew Eighty-five it got live, eight-six in

regroup, can't recoup I'll be damned if you get more points than me Sell more joints than me Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name Smoke on it, shit, choke on

pot and boil it on a D Dot beat Sometimes I get drunk for stress relief Other times I put 'Life After Death' on and peep We ride, what's a four door

to get the package, got there it was gone Hold on say word, you got to be jokin' Don't worry about it dun, I'm on the next thing smokin' Hit Bristal up on

what you smoking on I call it 6 c-notes got it on the westside, cost me 6 c-notes nigga sold it to me so hot call him heatstroke poured all the powder on

if you're gonna But my jam will still be kickin' on your neighborhood corner As my bass is max'n out the v.u.s on your box There'll be no doubt within

' Made the Rolling Stones seem sweet as Kool-Aid too '96, '97, '98, '99 2000, 2001 and beyond O two, O three, O four, O five O six and seven, O eight

, six shows, quarter million on my schedule Bangledesh and Gucci Mane, niggas know they in trouble Green ice, red light, caution Gucci rock yellow [Chorus] Lemons on