Quarashi
Lone Rangers(remix)
Wake up boy,you try,christmas tree,with me
Wake up boy,you cry,christmas tree,with me
I get up,get knocked down by the sound,right? I move my groove being
crossed & get lost by the same nightI'm fed up,gotta catch up behind,get
it off of my mind,gotta get away,no delayI used to pet my mouse in my
pocket for funI used to look for a brace,so I could try my gunPeople call
me scum,I didn't cut my hairNow one would think that one wouldn't give
a nowI was complained that everything was my faultA bitch would
drip,and i was charged with assaultThe deepest layer,had me for a
player,but look at me now, the high society slayer
Wake up boy,you try,christmas tree,with me
Wake up boy,you cry,christmas tree,with me

What's up,all night,I get drunk,pick a fight(pick a fight) x4
Well,I step on the scene with my mind on the missionWith my lyrics so fat,
they never die from malnutritionGo from brooks,roll the dice,roll the court,
pay the priceNever wanted to hurt,cause i'm extra niceWasn't worth when I
go for the price,slam your ass down to earth,til you''re screamin for ice,like
Winston PriceFuck you up,like a bitch that was hanging from my dick
Till I kicked her in the face,and left her in a ditch
x4
Well,I'm like a drugYou make me wanna hit & runBlow me sky high,through
the Hi-fi,when i'm doneAnd it's one,two(what?),having know what to run to
To go & get by and live a lie i knew(It's true)Forget about ways to get closer
to gravesYou're gonna mess(stupid things)within two daysWe gotta roll(roll)
til we die(die),and try to catch a body when it comes to the rideSo,I cried,as
soon
as I heard,between second & thirdI bought a slave,put all of his pain in
vain,cuz
life was over,he was never coming back,sneak attack,by a lethal pack,on the
road track