my ride with my hand on my 9 Gettin' a buzz, feelin' kinda nice Homie dropped a 20, so we shot some dice We played for a while, till my luck was out
some pussy Everybody say, "Hey, we want some pussy" Hey, we want some pussy I'm the Peter Piper of the 1980's Got a long hard dick for all of the ladies
hoe' face, ya know, Some of that dirty ass shit, like CNH, tell these hoes!) Yeah, y'know what I'm sayin It's that dirty shit, y'know what I'm sayin For
sucka, likely struck wit G's for tryin to brace, cough drops laced and you'll be laid out stunned by zae's place the cover in a maced ATF lookin for
it's never been Never fade like a plant that's evergreen So I hope to my heart, but my self doubts are getting me, Afraid for my cross, getting dump for
weight The time has come, for me to free my soul Grab hold of my heart and take full control 'Cause no matter what happens when times get hard I still
power I'm a compulsory re-buyer Go to the shops and I spend them buy what I want And this is for Roll deep empire If you work hard then you can be a
nation, this is Los Angeles I was raised in the hood called what the fuck, nigga W.C, ya better duck, nigga, fuck me, you're out of luck, nigga This
it ain't fix nothin' So I just go with what i know I dont trust none Look what the 80's did To what's Bebe's kids And now we grown up Nobody ain't own
, why do I still write Sometimes it's hard enough just dealin' wit real life Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics And show these people what
the Martian industry Genuine coon skin cap was the prize before Got to learn about selling and pushin' your luck And trying just a bit too hard You're
this lovin' world turned it's back on you? Out spendin' your time, baby, diggin' for gold Dig inside yourself, it's inside your soul Sometimes love gets so hard
Some guys have all the luck Some guys have all the fun Some guys have all the luck, all the luck Oo, what you gonna do when your luck begins to run?
bed She's not what you'd call a bachelor girl But be careful how you tread There are boys that bring you trouble Very few that bring you luck When I tell her what
blew up the chicken man in Philly last night now they blew up his house too Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight gonna see what them
Dreamin of the days of a Drop 500 and a bad bitch that will go to Popeyes for me You can never tell me that I'm not hungry, if you ever felt what's inside
t ask why For you, do anything you want me to For you, do it all over again For you doing it all for you, baby (Tired of waiting) What's so hard about
t stop me, this is what I am made for Always had to struggle, shit is hard In fact, my whole age (Two decades) and add four years to that But hard work