We'll watch the snow drift down tonight beneath the hand of Midwest lights we'll watch the snow drift down tonight the sound, the music, it's Christmastime
coldest cube, dude And when I'm micin', boy, I'm know to get rude Criminal background, it's time to get down I use a silencer, don't like the loud sound
A whole line of felonies on my rap sheet Any means to make loot in the East Oakland Bay route It's all about makin' mail fuck bein' cute That's the sound
lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' like I should This wounded dog in the street is sure lookin' good! Rob this little boy in his fuckin' paper route
say lick a shot, say blaow Lick a shot (Blaow) Lick a shot (Blaow) A'yo everybody on they jawns, cartoons is hardcore porn It ain't no afterschool paper routes
it if anybody want it, where the rapper niggas They clappin' up and now they tell everyone Misery loves company so we done with thee Enemy when it be energy sendin' me the route
The stress of everyday living Is slowly corrupting my soul I'm 2 months out the joint on papers Walking with 3 years parole I did 4 and a half a slab
of course you know I ain't talkin' about sports I'm talkin' about runnin' some shit I'm talkin' about workestratin' and illustratin' Glorifyin' ya paper route
I done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' like I should This wounded dog in the street is sure lookin' good Rob this little boy in his fuckin' paper route
I ain't been eatin' like I should This wounded dog in the street is sure lookin' good! Rob this little boy in his fuckin' paper route Throwin' bottles
quickly, I stay thuggin', for pray the God that none hits me, Me and my peoples we swarm in packs, Some rap others sell crack, to get stacks of the green paper
On bended knee, prostrate before an altered tree I've made the forest suit me Tables and chairs Papers and prayers Matter versus spirit A metal
On bended knee, prostrate before an altered tree I've made the forest suit me Tables and chairs Papers and prayers Matter versus spirit A metal ladder
I'm out) And she already knowin what I'm 'bout (I'm 'bout) The paper boy, it's only G's on my route If you want to (want to), then we can do whatever ('
ain't been eatin' like I should This wounded dog in the street is sure lookin' good! Rob this little boy in his fuckin' paper route Throwin' bottles
in this bitch For all of us, we can Sasquatch pimp the system without a doubt All we gotta be is 'bout our paper route We started with nothing from
