Post by russianduck23 on Nov 23, 2006 10:28:04 GMT -5
Back in the days was kinda crazy, kid I started out with nothin//
Wasn't livin like Thanksgiving, I was turkey without the stuffin//
Sometimes I sweared to God that I was headed for the poorhouse//
Say mama caught the drama, she would bleed tryin to feed 4 mouths//
Wasn't rockin Girbauds, I barely had clothes, and when it snowed
and temperatures droppin below zero, you know I froze//
No CD's, a black and white TV, a seat is a rubber tire//
with a hanger for the antenna, turned channels with some pliers//
Had nothin in my cabinet, but cans of Raid//
I'm knockin on my neighbor's door//
to borrow a cup of sugar for my Kool-Aid//
I wasn't freshly dipped, my gear was straight ripped, I'm trippin//
cause my winter coat got lost buttons//
and zippers that wouldn't stay zipped//
I never remembered ?, the brother was straight fat cat//
Not even a Big Mac black, I had Kid Castle topped with crackerjacks//
Walkin the streets, with the weak sneaks on my feet//
And the freaks wouldn't speak, I never had lipstick on my cheek//
So much for gettin humped from the stunts, I always struck out//
The one y'all likes is takin hikes if you can't pull a buck out//
So now I gots to dedicate my next plate to all the homeboys and girls//
Wasn't livin like Thanksgiving, I was turkey without the stuffin//
Sometimes I sweared to God that I was headed for the poorhouse//
Say mama caught the drama, she would bleed tryin to feed 4 mouths//
Wasn't rockin Girbauds, I barely had clothes, and when it snowed
and temperatures droppin below zero, you know I froze//
No CD's, a black and white TV, a seat is a rubber tire//
with a hanger for the antenna, turned channels with some pliers//
Had nothin in my cabinet, but cans of Raid//
I'm knockin on my neighbor's door//
to borrow a cup of sugar for my Kool-Aid//
I wasn't freshly dipped, my gear was straight ripped, I'm trippin//
cause my winter coat got lost buttons//
and zippers that wouldn't stay zipped//
I never remembered ?, the brother was straight fat cat//
Not even a Big Mac black, I had Kid Castle topped with crackerjacks//
Walkin the streets, with the weak sneaks on my feet//
And the freaks wouldn't speak, I never had lipstick on my cheek//
So much for gettin humped from the stunts, I always struck out//
The one y'all likes is takin hikes if you can't pull a buck out//
So now I gots to dedicate my next plate to all the homeboys and girls//
