you be afraid of the boogie man Grandpa's in the corner in his fishing clothes Reelin' to the rhythm everywhere it goes All the boogie woogie babies tearing up
jumping to this world via hate Gangbang shit, yeah I'm guilty of it When I'm looking at the TV, man seem like everybody really love it Wave they flags
' it off Settin' it off Settin' it off Settin' it off Settin' it off Settin' it off Settin' it off Settin' it off Settin' it off Settin' it off Settin' it off Settin' it off Settin' it off Settin' it
, oh yeah Throw yo hood up nigga and tear the club up While I'm in the parkin' lot tryna tear my dubs up I'm Cadillac pimpin' like the Young Bloodz So come to Texas
And when I play it, it kind of remind me of me and you I mean, it's it's one more thing I wanna talk about Now look it's it's it's time now for you to
Tear the head off that bitch that try to stop me from gettin my premovers (what) back from the gravy row it there go the tycle no limit cycle row with
where it was never seen before Punks whirl when the gat bust Four Jheri curl niggaz kickin' up dust And some of them are even lookin' up to us Wearing
canvas space. Jocko looked up with a tear in his heart and, Lord, he wished he could fly For she never looked down at a baggy pants clown who looked up
-up on a leaping tree. Head on! Head first! And God came down and talked to me And I dammn nearly wept. Tears rolling down the dash! Tears rolling down
said years won't do it, tears won't do it And sittin down to drink a thousand beers won't do it Tattoos won't do it, and booze won't do it And puttin
years won't do it tears won't do it and sitting down to drink a thousand beers won't do it tattoos won't do it and booze won't do it and puttin little
the Pro Tools and tell 'em to edit it, it Switch to somethin' that's better fool, turn it up what you better do When I'm bringin' revenge to you it sounds
the pro tools and tell 'em to edit it, it Switch to somethin' that's better fool, turn it up what you better do When I'm bringing revenge to you it sounds
away Roll on Mississippi, goodbye Crescent City Les Bon Temps New Orleans Never coming back to stay Never been to Texas Hope this bus is on a tear Never
see Daylight in the Texas sky up above, yes I do Oh, how I love to see Daylight in the Texas sky up above, up above Hungry for the words, so hungry
station He made his mind up Yeah, he's gonna get it done He made his mind up Yeah, he's gonna get it done He made his mind up Yeah, he's gonna let it
fuck 'em, damn 'em Press him, man him, scarin' him, teared him, heat him up Bake him, take him, beat him up, I hate I hate, I eat him up A B C D E F shawty
bitch fuck you pull up your own skirt,skirt we dont give a fuck, 26's on the truck,fuck around till you show up,we gon tear this bitch up,i got x i got