Tonight in a bar alone I'm sitting apart From the laughter and the cheer While scenes from the past rise before me Just watching the bubbles in my beer
from shore I never bit a bullet like this before I never bit a bullet like this I never bit a bullet like this before I never bit a bullet like Hey
never bit a bullet like this before I never bit a bullet like this, save y'all I never bit a bullet like this before I never bit a bullet like this,
in the studio so why I'ma name ya? I'm lookin' right at ya, an' y'all know I ain't even got to tell y'all Y'all are players, peace out to my Manager George
's one million dollars on the spot Upfront cash, money, no compromise No schemes, no scandals, don't front and lie Just pay the man in full Thirty years old, torch the bull
L.A. niggas, throw it up, Yeah, Chi town throw it up (yea) As you niggas smoking more kush, South niggas wreaking niggas, ask George Bush, Ask Bill
, then a go getta Ain't gotta go no where, I already came here with it Pull up at the picnic El Camino on 13's Red nose pit bulls in the back, No leash
Economics shut the furnace down Bull Connor hosing children down George Wallace stared them Yankee's down In Birmingham Take a left on the interstate
(It's a load of old John Bull) Cruel Britannia ruled the waves, Empire Oiled by toiling slaves. White flag stained St.George Cross red, and blues sung
Lincoln I stole the show I was down with George at the Delaware But I wore a Kangol, not the fake white hair Me and E-Love met Sitting Bull We made
look in my eyes, what chu see? A sincere man or just a bunch of G Why second guess, the brotha would last They took a whole clique from the George and
like the way my style is rollin' The crowd rebounds as I flow slowin' I'm not bull shittin', here's how I'm hittin' Funkin' it up more than George Clinton
pulls the trigger I'm a load of buckshot One little kiss It's a match to the fuse, the last bell at school A kick to the bull at the rodeo Here she comes
the underground I'm comin' straight from the underground Okie dokie, my mind gets slow pokey when I toke the Bull from a Phillie Blunt and I hope me
he don't ride well anymore With victories he was swimmin' he killed children dogs and women But the General he don't ride well anymore Crazy Horse sent out the call to Sitting Bull
shut 'em down The twin towers, dave and duncan 20 in the paint fool you get's nothing On a four game roll sweep, beep beep We beat the bulls and we rocked
Tonight in a bar alone I'm sitting apart from the laughter and the cheer While scenes from the past rise before me just watching the bubbles in my beer