All the happy couples on their way to New Orleans
Reminding me of when we got along
They're only renting time and space to fill up with their dreams
And dreams are what they'll have when they have gone
How could it be that I was born without a clue to carry on
And still it is the same now I am older
Armed with just a will and then this love for singing songs
And minding less and less if I am colder
But I have this funny ache and it's burning in my chest
And it spreads just like a fire inside my body
Is it something God left out in my spirit or my flesh
Would I be saved if I were brave and had a baby
It was never clear what would come but that's the risk and that's the test
And you were the only one so far to follow
And no one talks about when one might stop and need to rest
Or how long you sit alone before you stop looking back
It's like you're waiting for Godot
And then you pick your sorry ass up off the street and
Go...
And what the hell is this? Who made this bloody mess?
And someone always answers like a martyr
Is it something you should know, did you never do your best
Would you be saved if you were brave and just tried harder
So now I ride the ought one thirtyfive to New Orleans
I float a mile above life's toil and trouble
A thousand lonely lifetimes I still wait and then go on
A clown to entertain the happy couples-Yeah, you fuckin punk, I'm finna take ya muthafuckin beat and go
nationwide with it, bitch. Don't ever bite the muthafuckin dick that
feeds you.
Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my-
Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my-
Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my-
Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my-
Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my-
Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my-
Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my
Thugs from Pro-Prophet the Posse I'll give em a reason to duck
[Gangsta Boo]
What's up to my gangsta bitches chargin niggas
All up out they profits
What's up to my niggas slangin dope or dodgin crooked coppas
Yes this crazy lady all up out it for the n-zine 6
How the fuck you think I love you boy when I'm a playa, dig
All that shit I'm sayin, I'm not playin, fuck you slaw ass boys
Actions speakin louder than my words, but you still makin noise
Nigga, let me tell ya ho you fucked up with the wrong click
Turn yo volume up and listen closely to this gansta bitch
While you out there fackin on them jacks man we comin up
Smokin on them sweets filled with ink, gettin real buck
Talkin all that shit, moviemaker I must say you are
Nationwide, shit, on yo ass, ho we movin far
Not buyin that shit, Prophet Posse, Triple fuckin 6
Smilin, clownin, upside down and frownin back up out our shit
Mrs. Lady Gangsta Boo just had to let you know
Closin up the chapter, trick that's after, bitch that's all she wrote
Chorus (4x): Triple Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin