I try to find you But no one is there And where are we now when you can't seem to find out Why your mind is where it is Where is your mind now? And
and I I try to find you but no one is there And where are we now when You can't seem to find out Why your mind is where it is Where is your mind now?
cash to my hands be all blistered up We can pick it up, we can drop it low Recognize what it is when I come through the door Not partyin' and pimpin', I walk wit a limp
They hope we might chill the heights real Still we got fire that will melt your ice grill Know the deal once we hit record Hit the floor, new era, this is
rap artists out in the streets You always say our jams are wack but yours'll be tight But you never been near a studio in your life You see, disrespect is your
it's your birthday We gon' party like it's your birthday We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday And you know we don't give a ****, it's not your
walk with a limp, pistol hangin off-a the hip I'm awkward and quick enough an sick when sparkin a fith Your carcus is split even the beef is partially
your birthday We gonna party like it's your birthday We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday And you know we don't give a fuck, it's not your birthday
I'm on And everybody wanna know where the kid go Where he rest at? Where he shop at and dress at? Know he got dough, where does he live? Is he still
on And everybody wanna know where the kid live, where he rest at? Where he shop at and dress at? Know he got dough, where does he live? Is he still
you want your money back (Your money back) But you're denied 'cause your brain's fried from the sac And there ain't nothing I can do 'Cause life is a
just far enough to where you cant catch me peel out in my ride and call you pussy but living in the suburbs im the toughest on my block and every little hoe is
and back the fuck up While we fuck this track up Throw your hands up Throw your hands up Throw your hands up Throw your hands up Move in now move out
your genitals? I run with strictly criminals Top notch bitches, in drop top sixes I'm from New Orleans, where bitches put shit in your greens Bury your drawers, shatter your
want is hoes, big booty hoes Check it out, here's another one All I want is hoes, big booty hoes Don't take 'em to the crib unless they bonin' All I want is
Just suffer your glad you built up your high and go up the Chain the pages keep turning and burning the rage is concerning The day is becoming disarming
shit and start riots like Limp Bizkit (Limp Bizkit) Throw on 'Guilty Conscience' at concerts And watch mosh pits till motherfuckers knock each other unconscious Some of these crowds that Slim draws Is
of First to riff, now they all on your dick, yo I'm looking at you laughing, popping your lip Ripping my zipper onstage, can pay the bail with a limp
