six string, ten shots Of cruzan rum, hey, I like it a lot With my, my, my, my key lime pie A tortola, a full moon Shining down on a blue lagoon And
shadow of Jupiter And I thought about you I shot my spacegun And boy I really felt blue Two or three flying saucers Parked under the stars, winding stream Moon
it is one One -- the deep blue ocean One -- the endless sky One -- the purple mountains One -- you and I It's not a world of our own choosing We don'd decide where we
me feelin' tight I'm so confused Okay I'm gettin' weeded now I know I'm contradicting myself Look I don't need that now It just once in a blue moon
for the dead is something you will never learn until you are truely amongst the dead (maniacal laughter)we want to express what we feel with those who
there and watch, for what. Only he knows, and he ain't watching. You hear the waves lapping against the side of the ship. The moon is going behind the
you throw a vest on We step on in blue'd up flashing signs For the 213 and 619 we ride Westside hard grind, Killa Kali the state All day, all night,
Aight nigga, fuck it We did it once, we gon' do it again Hot Boy forever bitch Lets ride nigga B I G T Y M E R S Birdman with the homie Mannie Fresh And
on shirts, you know tuh-uh-together, we acts a ass Fifty shots, out each clip we blast Full of that trash, out the St. T, we mash on the gas Hangin'
a perfect stranger Simple and plain give me the lane-ah Catch the beat like grand groove My hustle is mad smooth Tight platoon since the rise of the black moon
till the Ruckus get, home Puff a meth bone, now I'm off to the red zone We don't need your dirt weed we got our fuckin' own Check it, I brings havoc with
we rip up New jerz, come check us But don't test us Oppose, we throw holes in ya lexus Act whatever, clap whatever When we clap we clap together Leavin
shadow of jupiter And I thought about you I shot my spacegun And boy, I really felt blue Two or three flying saucers Parked under the stars The winding stream Moon
back at the cabin and start attackin' Threw back a shot of yack and started jabber and jibben Fibbin' and adibin' just to get her to my crib then We
as the Morning Star. Her eyes were bright like the Northern Lights, when they chase the Arctic moon. And I knew she was born for the Restless One. As we
Raider Ruckus come home It ain't really on till the Ruckus get, home Puff a meth bone, now I'm off to the red zone, We dont need yo dirt weed we got our
Terry: We've got rosy red days ahead Under dreamy blue cloudless sky Buddy: We were making due Jake: Now we're making hay Terry: Let's make the most
now, shot me 'cause hes the punk 2 niggas in one like shot g and humpty hump its on now, you got to pop me to shut me up slugs missed ya, we aint mad