the people There's a man in the window with a big cigar Says everything's for sale He had a house and a boat and a railroad car The owner's gotta go
Through the streets in a kilt I go All the lasses shout hello Donald Where's yer troosers? To wear the kilt is my delight I'm never wrong 'cause I'm always right
(Anderson/Meyer) I've been a battler all my life Every step I take I earn I done wrong and I've done right But I'm always willing to learn Cool chics
still the motel and Kyjuan And Slo and Nelly and Ali and Murphey is bourgeois baby If it ain't ghetto it don't move me baby Got a lake, a pool and a
uh,uh, Ali and Murphy uh,uh, School boy with the college boys and uh and uh [Chorus:] Ali and Murphy is boughi baby But if it ain't ghetto Then don
feeling lousy all the time I picked up my pants sat down tried to figure out why I had it whittled down to a page or two And the paper trail led me straight
my song I'm always right But what if I'm wrong The crowd went wild Man, woman and child Fuelled by brandy and cherry wine And the apple in the mouth
' Niggas want half weight So what the fuck all I see is niggas heads peeled I ain't got to many positive relatives people Try to tell me right from wrong
Down low double life 1, 2 equals us, she, she and me, I fell in loves How could something so right go so wrong? Just coming in on flight 412 but she
the side and sit it down if you was wise Dyke Jones just died, "Chamillion, what is your reply?" Must of did like my door handles and committed suicide (Is that right
When I ain't got time to go grind, so get your mind right I'm feeling like, it wasn't timed right Cause we started getting involved, right after I hit
And all That Jazz [Announcer] Make that two) [Velma Kelly] And all that jazz And all that jazz Slick your hair And wear your buckle shoes And all that
a star Ain't a trick honey, 'cause tricks is for pimps and hoes Just want to get you in the bathroom and take off your clothes Throw that ass on the seat like ??? and
off the Duke's gonna be I'm gonna get the Duke and John Cassavetes (Hey) And Lee Marvin (Hey) And Sam Peckinpah (Hey) And a case of whiskey and drive
me, fuck with me, what nigga? Knock ya out and then kick ya apart Stomp the shit up outta bitch and take that shit to the car Put that tool up on ya homie right
used to roll hand in hand And now I'm trippin' on how I really miss you man And remember when you and me would say We'd get up out this hood and everything
suburbanite slob I like football and porno and books about war I've got an average house with a nic hardwood floor My wife and my job, my kids and my