INTRO

Sunny days are cold and sticky, orange lemonade
Baby boy, my pride and joy left roses by your face
Cancer-ridden mama talks to God, Jehovah’s staff
Cash rules everything around me, Wu-Tang all I crave
January 1996 is when we made
The coolest little boy, I hope I make you proud today
Toys R Us and Tamagotchi, 1998
You got my fucking on my past life, you got me fucking on my past life
You got me fucking with that crack pipe
You got me fucking with my past life
You got me fucking with that crack pipe
You got me, you got me
You got me fucking with the crack pipe
You got me fucking with my past life
You got me, you got me
You got me fucking with my past life
You got me fucking with the crack pipe
You got me fucking with my past life
You got me fucking with the crack pipe