It's the end of the world (world) Everybody's lookin for some satisfaction I just want me a girl (girl) Every motherfucker with some weed start passin It's the end of the game (game) All my fuckin homies chasin G's ain't nothin It ain't hard to explain (explain)
Came in the game with a few dollars, I left the game with a few mill' That's the way I woulda retired from this rap game fo' real Get a distribution deal, brush up some of this dirty scrill Live up on the hill, like E-40 Fonzariggadale - end of my history Showin some love to all of my thugs, all of my folks incarcerated Liftin waterbacks and drinkin mud, walkin the yard with they elbow up Poppy grains crushed up, big A and little A My cousin Freddy Smith and Mack North, see ya when you touch down Man I'm doin alright, I missed your call the other day But I got yo' kite, you know my cousin such-and-such done got back on the pipe They took her down the other night for tryin to steal a bike Anyway, we walkin on, man I can't wait 'til y'all get home Man there's so many funny style-ass negroes on this earth the real ones gone Hoe shit lead to mo' shit (mo' shit) Gats is cheap man ain't no mo' money left out here Man I'm one of the last of the Mohicans
It's the end of the world (world) Everybody's lookin for some satisfaction I just want me a girl (girl) Every motherfucker with some weed start passin It's the end of the game (game) All my fuckin homies chasin G's ain't nothin It ain't hard to explain (explain) My gunspray'll pop this off the world keep stackin
Uhhhhhh, I ain't tryin to be landin in a {?} For whatever it's worth I'ma get off first Better him than me though, I done got down on fools befo' Come with the package 'specially when you're out there pitchin blow I wear these glasses to look like a nerd, square off like Urkel Movin too fast like turbo, gotta slow it down like turtles Scrillionaire, millionaire, overcomin obstacles and hurdles There's somethin 'bout my circle Surrounded by Saggitarius, not too many Virgos Just Scorpios and Aries, like... Like right now I'm in the local booth, whassup slugger? Hey Pimp Juice! Ya alright? Oh fo' sho'! Fa shiggadale You got some tweak? Nope I smoked it to the fingernails The fingernails? Yeah cuz-o, the fingernails Man I'm so high right now that I can barely even spell Barely spell? On the real pimpin I can't tell Pimpin you lyin I, yeah mayn I'm drunk as hell
It's about a quarter after nine (nine) I know I opened up a verse with that line before but I'ma say it one mo' time I think I drunk too much wine (too much wine) Anybody got a Motrin? I feel like my head's explodin Wakin up in the mornin, squeezin and fartin and yawnin Smokin a joint to the dome and Talkin on my burnt out phone and, to my breakin broad that ain't knowin To my mistress broad be hoein, my mistress broad that's hoein In lieu of my pregnant broad that's showin, glarin and glowin Ready to drop the load explode, sittin on the porch, lightin a torch Puffin on a clove, in and out of church, back and forth Hustlin gangster mode, run back in on that turf, sellin that Nerf That soft white rocky road, dolla danglin for danglin gangland Manglin (manglin), set you up and bangin claimin (claimin) The park in the game that rainin, off there drinkin and thinkin Chokin and sparkin and flamin, barely maintainin (barely maintainin) Hopin and wishin and dreamin the Lord'll let me into his kingdom (Let me into his kingdom)
