Texty:
Predné

verse 1 u think that your so slick I got sumthin for u hold that thought ur old news older than my old shoes since u like to play games grow up act ur

On the porch, on the porch Smoking reefa Yeah Yeah I woke up early Saturday morning, sick off Rhemy and brews Wit a hang over from blues Hurl on my clothes

Sittin' here countin' the cars goin' by And an hour must've been one or two The sheets are flappin' on momma's clothesline It's an old front porch swing

Hey friend you always had a smile for me Hey friend you always had a smile for me Hey friend you went and OD'ed and left me After a life of abuse I could

Front back Front back How do you do We're ballet dancing yaks Gracefully showing our fronts and our backs Our front back yak act Fill up back front yak

Ladies and gentlemen T.I.P., aye Fre-fre-fresh I know a lot of y'all niggaz out there Man who ain't up on this down South shit Probably wonderin' what

Here's a door and here's a window Here's a ceiling here's a floor The room is lite like a black and white movie The TV's on that's what it's for And

Do you ever wake up in the morning Somebody's changed the deal Who you are, the way you feel The whole situation's just a little unreal You're sleeping

The telephone's a terrorist I'm not even listening I'm walking with an audience What isn't an accident Suddenly here the worst words Explode into love