of snow Something's goin' wrong I can tell but I dont know I got this feelin' in my gut this ain't how it supposed to go Three pounds, two ounces and
knockin' on heaven's door And all my memories, of seein' brothers bleed And everybody grieves, but still nobody sees Recollect your thoughts don't get caught up
My thirst is quenched but my cravin won't extinguish I need some forty ounce mother uh! Old English Put the top in my mouth put the bottom to the ceilin' Drink
over the years as an outlaw. Eh, Noble. What's up nigga. Would you die for me, nigga? Hell yeah. Would you kill for me? On my grandmother, nigga. Ah yo. What's up
give out for the souls I report I sport too fly for the forty-ounce drinker I sport too fly for a forty-ounce thinker A fresh linen scent so sniffer on
the years as an outlaw Eh, Noble What's up nigga Would you die for me, nigga? Hell yeah Would you kill for me? On my grandmother, nigga Ah yo What's up
is quenched but my cravin won't extinguish I need some forty ounce mother uh! Old English Put the top in my mouth put the bottom to the ceilin Drink
me knockin on heaven's door And all my memories, of seein brothers bleed And everybody grieves, but still nobody sees Recollect your thoughts don't get caught up
, hush Weak niggaz I don't trust, plus I left the bathroom left somethin dere for you to flush, lush Drink up quick, think up schemes, linger Four carats
ounce of this drink Slowly takes a part of me I see you from across the room I watch her as her body moves And all the voices tell me to buy her a drink
knockin on heaven's door And all my memories, of seein brothers bleed And everybody grieves, but still nobody sees Recollect your thoughts don't get caught up
