drowning in the gray cell/ to dwell
in earthly hell/ a pimp warrior fell/ one-two! sir lucious left foot in the muthafuckin' booth!/ lucious! (lucious!) sir lucious left foot has just entered
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might as well have fun 'cause your happiness is done and your goose is cooked! (4x)
verse 1
first rule in this thang, never let 'em see you sweat/ never let' em be a threat and your feelings you must protect 'em!/ as well as your rectum! must keep self out of harm, out of danger's way/ let strangers play while you graduate and move on!/ true happiness is not acquired and you won't find it for sale/ unless your in jail and trying to get a bail bondsman to go on and post that bail/ you would be happy as hell! you thought you was happy until that court date came/ couldn't abort that case, nobody to take your place/ family home is at stake, too late to escape and get on the run!!
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verse 2
once upon a rhyme, one time when i was a child (flip that smile upside down!)/ when i found out that santa claus was nothing more than vanilli/ it was silly, 'cause my mom and pop they worked for every penny!/ didn't have many, but had enough to get by! enough to get fly!/ only to start the new year off in debt now you forget/ your happiness came and went/ like mom and dad's relationship, take a trip/ you got the potato chips? i'll bring the hot sauce!!
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verse 3
1979 dirt south, local lounge (flip that smile upside down!)/ i never thought that alcohol could ease the notion of the sadness/ now what used to be a happy home done turned into some bad shit!/ graphic language, mild violence and the silence of the fams!/ no members to remember, but i know just who i am/ i've grown into a man and like my nigga said we executedthe game plan/ 'cause we got that hot sauce!!!!
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