Even when I was wrong, I got my point across.
Sticks and stones may break bones, but the Gat will kill you quicker.
Basically, I wake up at nine o'clock in the morning, go to different record stores, go to the studio, think up different ideas for songs. Just workin'.
When I release, you loose teeth.
Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
I'm making music for the people. If y'all love the music, y'all gonna buy the music.