m pushin' nothin' but this 11/5 gangsta funk When I skunk Creepin' with my ACG's With the Vegas and the weed Got to let the brain feed Not a bad boy But
you run to (When you duckin' the po-po dodging these killas) (And leaving yo family at yo people dog) When it ain't nowhere to turn to (When you stuck shit outta luck
the day I'm just livin', my life 'Till they come carry me away My mother would stand for me Every step of the way She did not judge me She told me I'
That caused me to stray from the land Far away from my friends and companions To follow the black velvet band Well, I was out strolling one evening Not
: Well it's not for me to say, but I can't see what you see in him anyway. But such righteousness in me is not a nice thing to display, and who am
you adhere to Irish logic That's just one of the many jokes of which The Irish are the topic You can talk about the luck of but in Truth there's not a
with what you're trying to do But I see we might not have your luck There's people who take away what I don't have to give And maybe that's still not
, Reptile come on bring the heat. {Xzibit} Look, I'm inhumane livin' in this house of pain stuck with a thousand street hustlers down on they luck Repeat
dress off and buried it away. Has your luck run out? she laughed at him, Well, I guess you must Have known it would someday. Be careful not to touch
dress off and buried it away. "Has your luck run out?" she laughed at him, "Well, I guess you must have known it would someday. Be careful not to touch
favorite things, I'll keep an open mind if you let me in. Don't let your temper rise, don't get a bitter face. Try not to judge me on my kind of taste
up, thought a G a night wasn't good enough Pushed my luck, yo they had a brother put in cuffs Luckily, made it out of court comfortably Judge said I need
an alliance? A bunch of stoner kids livin' life through defiance Remember back when couldn't cop not one damn appliance White tee, wrinkled and a mug Adopted my mothers luck
either broke or the prison chains I can't do it I can't see it, look Damnit, I can't blow it I got a judge tellin me my lifes key They will throw it Nuh
not even the judge safe If his ass can't swim he get a closed case We need our own space, I ain't talkin' about Jupiter No luck, no help and we the fuckin
ma, it's so hard (oh yes it is) I'm so scarred, my monster is so large If it wasn't bad luck, it'd be no luck for R. (no luck for R.) And I'm sorry baby
bad seed from bad sperm Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood clot, we smoke pot, and blow spots You wanna think twice, I think not The
the heat. [Xzibit (overlaps)] Look, I'm inhumane livin' in this house of pain stuck with a thousand street hustlers down on they luck Repeat felons
