go out and how the fuck I'm supposed to sleep when all the hypes come out shut the fuck up and drive you asking too many questions now have you ever taste a barrel
traffic in broad daylight The only way you live if it don't spray right But you out your death wish so if I miss you'll be facin barrels by midknight
life momma's worst fears Pictures of a son dying from that hot ones flying Baby mama's crying at the funeral 'Cause the magnum lit him like a Black & Mild When I rolled out
plus you bitches got to go And y'all can't fuck with me and tell 'em why My adrenaline rush on jump Plus you got my arm beneath grabbing with the double barrel
where the bitches move fast so we can have a blast [Everlast] (Xzibit) I think you know my man Sadat from the Nubian crew And I can see you're rolling
an' lip-sync An' I'ma just continue to flow, while rockin' the boat Probably smoke three-hundred thousand dollars in dope Don't make my Desert Eagle barrel
from the show up (Huff, huff) And stick the barrell down ya throat until you start to throw up (Huff, huff) When I roll up, it is a hold up (Huff, huff
ain't, see, some can take the shit Some can't, fall out, fail out, when they fall they bail out When the fall they call out, mamma, whenever the drama
honey gin romie Wrap 'em like a mummy his style bummy Puffy Johnson Charles Bronson mix fly Deuce flicks new and improved clicks wu kit Blood on the barrel of a desert out
to fuck with me I told ya to keep my fuckin' name out ya fuckin' mouth You didn't do it now it's time to take your ass out [chorus] [5th verse-yella
and I act a donkey, uptown is where I'm from, I'm full of that monkey, you want some? I spit arrows like cupid, But mine ain't comin' out barrels or
ya at huh? Where ya at? Where ya at huh? This for all them real gangsta-ass nigga Yeah for all them real, gangsta-ass bitches yaknowhamsayin'? My brothers gettin' money out
it Ask this nigga here, his ass, we ran right through it You out actin' like yo' shit be tight Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wrigh Get the fuck out
Some kissed the girls, I kissed the floor The Bover boys with their boots shiny red Three dollar champagne stirring my head We rolled out the barrels
dick all in her mouth Cause that pussy don't last and i'm on the hunt Bitches like that is all I want But you playin that roll and can't say why
' that lynchin' comin' to get you I'm feelin' that lynchin' comin' to get you Get out of line, niggas, we come to drop dimes Get out of line, niggas,
that you got it? Better break it [unverified], get ready to go On this mission for the land and I'm murder 'em all Roll, to try to save out souls Sticks
at the shopping mall You left me standing All I had was some potato chips, a can of warm beer, and a face full of zits Then a barrel full of slime rolled