One Seventeen

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