't have to answer to Jack No wonder we had this rap shit locked, for eight straight summers Pull up at the party, eight straight Hummers Six be the 6th 7th and 8th
18th Street South Loc and all the S-A homeboys All the different sets, every set, Crip, Blood What doesn't matter to me 'cuz I gotta lotta love You know
it Wayne's scorching, I'll applaud him If he keep going, pass the torch to him 50 came through like hurricanes do I thought I'd finish his ass at Summer
barn Batteries draining blasting those radios Another long lost summer night Out past some no trespassing signs Burning time with friends i used to know
of break up But you know niggas and girls how they quit, then they make up She told me she been in love with me ever since we were in 6th grade Ms. Hills
summer, just to fuck a nigga up We got them (Thugs) on the (Line), got them (Thugs) screamin (Mo!) It's 2006, Krayzie let these niggaz know, c'mon! [
rhythm, the lyrical nympho Wanna see the wicked? Better know what you're in for First, the fan side could be forgiven, you didn't know Second time,
.P. the Ghost, I'm back Y'all know how I do You don't want no problems with me (LADIES!) You see me, leave me alone 'Fore somethin bad happen, y'know
[Sheek Louch] Jump out the Rover nigga Hoodie on, back to carryin' them thangs Summer's ova nigga (Oh Summer's ova) I clap my shit Just copped a GT, album
is absurd You don't know how crazy it is outside I die inside, oh, I've cried, oh, I've cried Do you forgive me? Do you forgive me? You don't know how
to the top, 100,000 miles away Somewhere in Gabon, where guerillas known to fly cage Pedal to the floor, I don't know where I'm headed But I know if
They Old Ways No Snitches No Bitching Getting Digits By The Hour Ignore The Phrase More Money More Power As A Mamas Boy I Hate To See Mama Cry So 24/7 365 On My Grind Know
Out For Me Like I Was Your Son Hate Picturing The State Of Your Mum Knowing She Lost Her Only Daughter That Never Made It To 21 It All Started On Friday 13th
to cling to memories you'll never get back again and to sort through old photographs of a summer long ago or a friend that you used to know and there
much, you would think I'm a bandit. [why? ] You know why because I keep standing at it. Move so much, I often lose my shadow. Don't know where, but I know
this fashion show Pound for pound anywhere you go Yo ain't no city in the world like this, and if you ask how I know I gotsta plead the 5th, Miami Party
of hangin' in them dusty arcades bangin' them pleasure machines Chasin' the factory girls underneath the boardwalk where they promise to unsnap their jeans And you know
like dynamite He tried sellin' his heart to the hard girls over on Easy Street But they said, "Johnny, it falls apart so easily, and you know hearts
