the whip, fome is dape Shootin' from the hip, fome is dape Shakin' in the grass, fome is dape Velocity or mass, fome is dape Sippin' on a forty, fome
from all the acusations And the laughin False facts, and lies of the world outside I'm a' just sit here and count flies One Two Three, four, five That one died And
old and gray and our hearts and minds both go their seperate ways And I hope you have something to say Before that day Besides the same old I don't know, and
to flow I want wings, don't you know? Yeah, kids, I know all about it I'm gunna get my wings one day Don't you doubt it I don't want a car or diamond
wrong number, this is Little T. (You mean Shaniqua's brother?) Man, can't you just leave me alone, this ain't shaniqua's house this ain't her phone. and don't