end of the world

it's the end of the world

everybody's lookin for some satisfaction

i just want me a girl

every motherfucker with some weed start passin

it's the end of the game

all my fuckin homies chasin g's ain't nothin

it ain't hard to explain

came in the game with a few dollars

i left the game with a few mill'

that's the way i woulda retired from this rap game fo' real

get a distribution deal

brush up some of this dirty scrill

live up on the hill

like e-40 fonzariggadale - end of my history

showin some love to all of my thugs

all of my folks incarcerated

liftin waterbacks and drinkin mud

walkin the yard with they elbow up

poppy grains crushed up

big a and little a

my cousin freddy smith and mack north

see ya when you touch down

man i'm doin alright

i missed your call the other day

but i got yo' kite

you know my cousin such-and-such done got back on the pipe

they took her down the other night for tryin to steal a bike

anyway

we walkin on

man i can't wait 'til y'all get home

man there's so many funny style-ass negroes on this earth the real ones gone

hoe shit lead to mo' shit

gats is cheap man ain't no mo' money left out here

man i'm one of the last of the mohicans

it's the end of the world

everybody's lookin for some satisfaction

i just want me a girl

every motherfucker with some weed start passin

it's the end of the game

all my fuckin homies chasin g's ain't nothin

it ain't hard to explain

my gunspray'll pop this off the world keep stackin

uhhhhhh

i ain't tryin to be landin in a {?}

for whatever it's worth i'ma get off first

better him than me though

i done got down on fools befo'

come with the package 'specially when you're out there pitchin blow

i wear these glasses to look like a nerd

square off like urkel

movin too fast like turbo

gotta slow it down like turtles

scrillionaire

millionaire

overcomin obstacles and hurdles

there's somethin 'bout my circle

surrounded by saggitarius

not too many virgos

just scorpios and aries

like. like right now i'm in the local booth

whassup slugger?

hey pimp juice! ya alright? oh fo' sho'! fa shiggadale

you got some tweak? nope i smoked it to the fingernails

the fingernails? yeah cuz-o

the fingernails

man i'm so high right now that i can barely even spell

barely spell? on the real pimpin i can't tell

pimpin you lyin i

yeah mayn i'm drunk as hell

it's about a quarter after nine i know i opened up

a verse with that line before but i'ma say it one mo' time

i think i drunk too much wine

anybody got a motrin? i feel like my head's explodin

wakin up in the mornin

squeezin and fartin and yawnin

smokin a joint to the dome and

talkin on my burnt out phone and

to my breakin broad that ain't knowin

to my mistress broad be hoein

my mistress broad that's hoein

in lieu of my pregnant broad that's showin

glarin and glowin

ready to drop the load explode

sittin on the porch

lightin a torch

puffin on a clove

in and out of church

back and forth

hustlin gangster mode

run back in on that turf

sellin that nerf

that soft white rocky road

dolla danglin for danglin gangland

manglin

set you up and bangin claimin

the park in the game that rainin

off there drinkin and thinkin

chokin and sparkin and flamin

barely maintainin

hopin and wishin and dreamin the lord'll let me into his kingdom