A yes yes y'all
It's too fresh y'all
A little be boy blue
You know it's too bukoo (???)
I've been from New York to Cali spent two days in the valley
And I think I'm 'bout to lose my mind
And if I think 'bout it one more time I'm a blow my stack see ya out
the back
Give me some room that I can breathe in
Now I'm a start weavin' spells like a wizard king of the lizard
My mojo's risin' like my nature should, not everybody can relate to
hood but
I used to roll with high frequency
Had a habit of juvenile delinquency
If y'all could see all the things I did
When I was a kid ya might flip ya lid
'Cause...
When I was the age of one
My father gave me my very first gun
When I was the age of two
I was pullin' out records with the SD Crew
And when I was the age of three
I had all the maddest fishes swimmin' after me
And when I was the age of four
I was bustin' out shows with rhymes galore
CHORUS (X2)
I say day to the night, night to the day
Up around where I stay we do things this way
You got to watch how you act and watch what you say
'Cause their ain't no stallin' when the death come callin'
CHORUS II (X2)
The man that lives by the pistol dies by the smokin' gun
I think I hear a steam whistle, Lord, when my train gonna come
Yo, all you duns packin' guns, fightin' for ones
It's time to get these hons, start raisin' some sons
Plant your seed in some fertile soil
And watch me start bubblin' like I'm 'bout to boil
Like Olive Oyle loves Popeye
Just won't stoppa
I got to keep rockin'
Ticks keep tockin'
Time keeps slippin'
My mind keeps trippin'
I'm in the road less traveled, sure got lotta stones
CHORUS (X2)
I say day to the night, night to the day
Up around where I stay we do things this way
You got to watch how you act and watch what you say
'Cause their ain't no stallin' when the death come callin'
When the death come callin'
Watch me break it down
There's a red house yonder just over the hill
With my name carved into the window sill
I think I'm gonna burn it down
Yeah, I think I'm gonna burn it down
That's what me and my old woman used to say
We used to lie in bed and make it up all day
Now, I think I'm gonna burn it down
Yeah, I think I'm gonna burn it down
Yeah, I think I'm gonna burn it down to the ground
CHORUS II (X2)
The man that lives by the pistol dies by the smokin' gun
I think I hear a steam whistle, Lord, when my train gonna come
Lord, when my train gonna come (X3)
Lord, WHEN MY TRAIN GOONA COME

Writer : SCHRODY, ERIK / ROSS, DANTE / CURTIS, BILL / CORNWELL, RICHARD LEE
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.