I'm not takin no chance tonight
I'm gonna pack me a gat tonight
Now i'm gonna sell me some sacks tonight
And if it all goes well and i'm stacked tonight
We can all kick back and we can laugh tonight
You're off track tonight, and if you snooze you lose
You slept, we crept, you're being broke and bruised
That's the life i choose guns, drugs, and booze
And we can get down right here in the street
You choose to live on your knees, i'd rather die on my feet
Sheila is a mess-o
She comes from majesto
And you confessed oh
I don't want to let go
She will do her best though
Death to confession
Everything's ok
If she goes and says so
She's gonna load em up
Tie it up, now boot it up
Shoot em up, suit em up
Cigarette now smoke it up
I got my cuda up
Cigarette now smoke it up
She's not my sister
I love to watch you tear it up
And we can get down right here in the street
You choose to live on your knees, i'd rather die on my feet
