i get jynxed cupid must've put a curse on me 6 weeks have went buy and we only spoke twice I'm sittin in your driveway callin' you from the car suffice
girl I had something going, mister, in this world I got laid off down at the lumber yard Our love went bad, times got hard Now I work down at the car
soldier steady marchin' Left right, left right, left right, left right Tryna keep it smellin' like Elizabeth Arden Apartments, yard river garden Money in the jeans, car
But at a unexpected time The doe (door) flew in, I got a two-story home Seen 'em comin' wit they face masks on Bust the choppers, down the stairs, they
wonder How I keep from going under It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder How I keep from going under Broken glass everywhere People pissing on the stairs
' me on like, "Run son, don't go up in the spot" Jettin' through bushes and backyards, neighbors is rattin' me out Dogs is barkin', all you hear is the car
a car Smashed it against a 1981 Harley Davidson The Harley howled in pain The guitar howled in heat And I ran up the stairs to my parents' bedroom Mommy
time for a brain game But you play one anyway for about a half a year Tears felt, love went tilt I said, "What should I do, what should I do, should I step Like stairs
My size vary at the murder scenes, homocide bag me Try to trace me back to my leader I put niggaz in chairs to pine boxes way up under the stairs Niggaz
' me so ready When we hit the door, put it on me We can bounce from the club, back to my car, to my crib we go Skip the couch, head up the stairs, to
your hood, we be rocking your town Go to the show we rocking the crowd Get gwop by the thou', wow Come on and roll with the kid, back to the crib Car
GOT THE BONE!) I jumped over the others, and kicked the door down with my feet Ran down the stairs and headed right into the street Waved down a car,
fear Turn, turn, turn again That a friend of mine could get ninety-nine years Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind A crash on the highway, flew the car
jus' like Compton, that's jus' how I roll Red bandana wrapped around the chrome .44 Gun smokin' like Suge cigar Show me how you stunt you thrown outta movin' car
time, she's limpin' And if he trick one dime, he's simpin' 'Cause we don't do it like that over here All we do is grip grain on the stair Like Killer
stop you'll be waiting for another half an hour with a man dressed in a raincoat with a piece of string around and a man whose dressed in mohair claims his car
came up and gave me face to face wit came in. Come around my way, you make sense feet'n ya in tha grave, underneath in tha car found It's tha hustla
was married when we first met Soon to be divorced I helped her out of a jam, I guess But I used a little too much force We drove that car as far as