you fall behind you'll never get ahead Here's your little brown cowboy shirt, put it on Here's your little brown cowboy pants, put 'em on Here's your
go on and on, and on, and on, and on, and on And on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on And on, and on, and on, and on? (He's dead
I have needs, I'm not done not till I'm finished peeing I am not resisting arrest, I am agreeing Mister officer, I'm already on my knees I can't get on the ground any further
pilot Set to blow college dorm room doors off the hinges Oranges, peach, pears, plums, syringes Yeah, here I come I'm inches away from you, here, fear
Rucker with all my Jake's on (Yeah!) Car grills so big you can cook a steak on (yeah!) People hear Ma$e call em' wanna get their mase on You hot 16
I made in my bedroom and shit Gon' finally give a nigga leg room and a whip From a Civic to a Chevy must've died and went to heaven Like a passenger on
little ride on my own But since I don't there is my sobb story My missions will continue as I keep on stalking Stamina was dying from the constant walking
then I asked, "Do you think this is true?" Out like a strike that's three an' a number Public education is makin' some dumber Further an' further away
you loved me like you'd never see my face again Can't believe we're here after where we've been The closer we get The further we push away Don't want
Ladies and gentleman (Come on throw your hands in the air like this one time) One-two, this thing on right here (We ain't gonna stop) Can y'all hear
Puff Daddy- Ladies and gentleman (Come on throw your hands in the air like this one time) One-two, this thing on right here (We ain't gonna stop)
in the Rucker with all my Jake's on (Yeah) Car grills so big you can cook a steak on (Yeah) People hear Mase call 'em wanna get their mase on You hot
Six-four switches, slam doors on sixes Big trucks when I wanna fuck and it's time to get ass I turn automobiles to hotels on wheels I got money for
Won't you come on down the line 'Way from barren ground Harlot and the autocrat Are they drivin' you further down The season's rhymes as they anchor me
Drop me off right here I can go no further It seems life's too hard for you How come I feel like hanging around to win When it seems you always lose When
of me." I said, "I would if I could but I don't do sketches from memory." Well, she then, she says, "I'm right here in front of you, or Haven't you looked
Some tiny spark of love Helps me find the proper words to say Your smell of money You filthy, lying bitch Is just about to make me puke! Go away Please go away
truth. For the barbells on my eyelids only emphasised my youth and the sawdust in my plimsolls means the same to him as me But that's neither here nor further