states of mind is my own private suicide Well, nobody cares Well, nobody cares Does anyone care if nobody cares? Well, nobody cares Well, nobody cares Does anyone care if nobody
t waste it all Ooh wee, who popped that coochie best? On my tattooed chest is where the hoochies rest Having house parties in a crowded spot And you
of his hands in the pockets of chance Hopin' to find one circumstance Of dignity I went to the wedding of Mary Lou She said I don't want nobody see
housing shit Yeah, ya niggas is ballers But I'm the nigga bouncin' it if Ruff Ryders is announcing it Ya know we get down for it, want every ounce
, house full of rhyme Bring your boys in Tell 'em take it easy, have a seat on the couch I'm the govenor, y'all bitch niggas is crowds Take orders, we
strange things make them shy And afraid sometimes Nobody seems to want me Though I wish on stars above I guess I'll just go back to my house And
when you get like this, So don't you, don't you, don't you mess with my big boom thing cuz I just want to be, just want to be your friend. I'd like
T-Totally Dude [Shop Boys:] I Am A Shop Boy Something Like A Rockstar I Make Em Party Hard Now They Using Guitars The Bass Rock Drum Make The Crowd
Puts both his hands in the pocket of chance Hopin' to find one circumstance of dignity I went to the wedding of Mary-Lou She said I don't want nobody
want like 5 mil in a private jet so peel Supreme C been after mean figures, ask my lil nigga Since back in the days, before he was raised Ain't nobody
want me to leave it or love it I'd rather keep it and fuck it Cause this reefer I'm puffin has got me deep in discussion And nobody is as free as Eso
on Not to mention they had plain clothes on And the complain goes on But dont nobody do nothin' bout it The jail house and the mourge is too fuckin' crowded
this beat Emergency personnel rush to the murder scene, but its too late It's absolute pandemonium, whisked away In a ambulance is your fate, nothing nobody told you when you- Left your house
in his blood And said, "Heck, country western rap records are good" So he picks the guitar up and he strums a few notes He can't rap, or sing, but he wants
It's the Meth in the house, ha, yeah, break it down When it's all said an' done, we gon' be on top 'Cause we don't stop, now, lock it down, hit the spot
the QBC here to drop a G, yo Look into the eyes, 'True lies', your whole click despise Especially me, H A V O C, don't want your chick 'Cuz she's burning
Ladies and Gentlemen, we've have the Everlast in the house tonight I think they got something they want to say I'm here to uplift, I don't bug, I don
love song This a thug song I love ya Miss Mary I love ya Miss Mary I love ya Miss Mary This ain't a love song This a thug song And when we out in crowds