I don't read I just guess
As the world turns
Dont bother me with your mess
Im tryin to do my best
Get my head up out the stress
When the money turns the world
Your lovin turns to less
I learn by mistakes
Most of it is yours and
I done live my life as a criminal
I thought i'd die young just to please the old
Now I teach the young im victriol
Nanannananananannanannananananana
I'd rather go on,
Go up and down
Turn myself all around
Then to stay down
I'd rather go on,
Go up and down
Turn myself all around
Then to stay down
The war in me makes warrior
Like a pitbull gettin with a terrior
I'm better off in north korea
Droppin from a barrel of a carrier
Coz I got enough to be more
Its hard enough to get more
I shut the door on everything
Just to let my head go
Coz I got enough to be more
Its hard enough to get more
I shut the door on everything
Just to let my head blow
Nanananannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnannanananna
I'd rather go on,
Go up and down
Turn myself all around
Then to stay down
I'd rather go on,
Go up and down
Turn myself all around
Then to stay down
Picture this a dull grey
Street in the rain
Neon signs still shines though
Shorty you gone shine though
Come up on ya treasure trove
Like the sun explode
Check up in the paper
In the mirror for ya horoscope
Walking on a tight rope
Go for something I dont even know where to get it from
Sending out a signal
Smoke from a gun blow
As I knock off knock off
Things that I dont want.
What I got
I was bored
I need a new drug
Everybody bitin shit
Gettin fucked up
Mia rollin wit blaqstarr
Anyone talkin shit
Im gonna blow em all up
Who's mad who's crazy whos fucked up
Its about time I rack em all up
Mo fire mo power mo wound up
Im the queen this shit
Dont bother steppin up
Dance dammit dance
I rule
Dance dammit dance
I rule
What I got you cant get from ya mama
What I got you cant get from your ho'
I got alien aphrodisiacs
I found visiting planets of the zodiac
Got a six pack so you don't get side track
Ill be in baltimore , tonite on the amtrack
Got a mac wit pcp for ya lap
Same effects as lsd and smack
Boom boom im bringin u the new crack
Like a club track made from iraq
What I got you cant get from ya mama
What I got you cant get from your ho'
Get to you in high tech pro tool
Woop woop chop screw in hotels
Club cars, in the street front of people
At home we can play some scruples
But tonite ill wait till the nite fall
Like a ninja glide over waterfalls
Get to you to give you lil rock n roll
Tap tap that bed to the wall
Tap tap that bed to the wall
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