Lyrics:
Twenty For Seven Just Too Late

for too many years, too many times Now I'm strapped with a couple of ****, too many ***** If y'all ****** really wit me get busy, load up the ***** Do more than just

back in yo Cadillac Let me jump in this shit like back to back Stay real for life, roll down south For the wreckshop, for the hometown crowd My alias

'N' beans and chili Just like my nigga Celly, we likes to kick it silly Regurgitate and kick a bootch move up out the telly 'Cause they out there bad ain't satisfied Hoes just

Pick you up on Friday about half past 8 Just time for a movie, you can't stay out late Take you home, a little kiss at the door But lately I'm thinkin

there's only giant people left. this is for the losers, this is for canadians, this is for my sister, this is for paladians. some people say that just

must be eighteen, how could you not? You can?t be in high school, you?re just too hot Let me send you pics for your personal collection I hope they

its too short thats Walter Payton get it right thats fifty six that thirty six twenty eight thats times two thats plenty six fifty six a quarter short thats seven

, there's a pig trying to diss me I popped in the rip of my indo Every twenty seconds I be smoking another bowl Investigating joints for traps, checkin' my herbs for

lyrics, y'all punks best be ghost I be the seven twenty-one, eighteen twenty-one The illest one, I'm almost doper than anyone Straight out the late nights