Monster

L.O.S.T. Nappy Heads What Up E Nothin' but my mothafuckin dubs 805 hip-hop, I've got California Love Cruisin' through the city, Henny pumpin' in my veins My homey's just as fucked up that's why he's cruisin' both lanes Swerve into the curb and we just scrape and bring it back I spill a bottle on my lap and then I laugh and start to rap Seat leaning back so far I'm almost in the back We put that shit down in 30 minutes flat BANG THAT Ride like we're on spokes but we're on some fuckin' caps Besides that we're broke, we'll grab a 12 pack of Pabs All my fuckin' life I worked an honest 9 to 5 Yeah right, piss into the wind until the day I die They say I'll die alone. Who gives a f*ck? I'm down to risk it I never met a bitch I'd like to sit and shoot the shit with Since I was born I've been nothing but a misfit And if the sky's the limit why they cook it in the business 2012 is showing promise and it's just around the way And Daddy is coming back from Grand Pappy's any day He's gonna be pissed about the party that we threw We gotta hide the Jersey Shore, and the nukes and all the brew HOLY SHIT the ghettos and the starving children too Hide Kadafi's army with those hookers in my room Holy Juliani Khan be Bush number 2. Obama bullied by the bayner and will never follow through so... GET MORE MONEY and GET MORE HOES Cus getting more is never gonna close nigga rows I'm going back to Venice with a sign around my neck I'll save you from the rapture for a pack of cigarettes I bring hell with me, everywhere that I go And the cannon that I hold is my ster-e-er-e-o I've got a bag of blood that I'm giving to the clinics So the Christians can finally baptize their babies in it Violent motherfucker, Lost Tribe slays the suburbs Section 8, raised on toast and butter Lets give a toast to the slumlord Republican scum bags Uncle Sam helped my Mother but stole my Dad America's step child, Daddy says Be all that you can be Now he's crying on his knees while his economy bleeds Bodybag those bullies with their own greed I hope their kids, kids, kids grow up to be JUST LIKE ME COME ON Mean, bitter, with a taste for the liquor Fucked up liver, can't sleep cus I shiver Limbs trembling, no mixing, f*ck the lemon Yelling "Long Live Lennon!" - On Thanksgiving Drunk Uncle, tell the truth to the children If you're not good you'll go to prison Listen little man, think about your short attention span Your mind is not a sponge, it's a mother fucking trash can