Air Nike bitches Or put 'em on a track like Just Blaze I look down on hoes and look up to Dre, 'cause ain't No More Fun and Games I'm like Dre, Eazy,
fun in the sun But yo, others are givin strife, and that's all they know I feel no comfort in talks from the president So put back on cosby A shack is
were patch 'em up and hand-me-downs Well my daddy hauled bills for the textile mills to pick up the little money we made Had a three room shack with
I took a trip down to Old Mexico I was lookin? for some fun and laughter I met a woman said gimme your money And I?ll show you everything your after
I'd sing the harmonies and Dixie sang the melody We'd sing a little off key sometimes But we had some fun, son of a gun I wonder if I ever even cross
Yeah, This is C Knight fom the Dove Shack Gettin those here out Kickin it at King's Park wit all the homies Heh, and you know what I'm sayin So why don
Lido missed the boat That day he left the shack But that was all he missed And he ain't comin' back At a Tombstone bar In a juke-joint car he made a
blimp When I see you floatin' down the gutter I'll give you uh bottle uh wine Put me on the white hook Back in the fat rack Shad rack ee shack The sumptin
drinks to try, choose one So you can catch a buzz while Likwid show you how it's done Bouncin' off the walls is just my niggaz havin' fun With all these
back in the day It was me Johnny Richter, Daddy X and the homies say 1995 for me to be exact, makin demo tapes, playin shows at the shack Kottonmouth
a derelict shack Ain't looking for a mad showdown But he was smart, he'd already checked A week in advance I'd paid down Well, the hotel clerk was a fun
Grew up in the mississippi delta In a shotgun shack Washboard for my pillow 'til the tax man took that back Moved out on my own I was just eight years
you've got the ugliest shoes i've ever seen you've got the nicest car i've ever run into and after all that we've been through we're still having fun
the gas i slam You better get up You better get up while you can Employed to crash the lazy boy hundred Don't need no luck we aim to suck just for the fun
love? I want to know Who's having fun In places we used to go? Who stole your heart? I want it back I'm tired of livin' Without love in this old shack
in the shacks Where the moon hangs big and low When all is tried and true I might've been less blue Down there, shacked up with you Down in the shacks
and back-seat sex You?d kill yourself but you hocked your gun You built a noose but it come undone So you?re livin? in a shack bu you wanna be rich
a hillbilly king This old Coupe de Ville knows where to go Just a mile or two down that old dirt road There's a rusted truck and a shotgun shack It