Chillout

Where's the drugs, honey?

Where's the gun money?

It's been spreading like contagious disease

Where's the bling, honey?

Where's the buck from, honey?

It's been spreading like religious belief

Jealous, you want to be jealous

Like religious belief

Gotta be leaving town

For this I ain't proud

Brother telling me I gotta stand in line

Brother trying to sell me a gram of nine

Tell you what is next

Turned into a lunatic

Over stats with intrigue

An exit leads to cold Turkey

No need to criticize

But this whole town's benign

Confined between these walls

Conforming was my only downfall

Well, I got time to run

Ain't gonna live by the gun

Fingers to the man with God's golden gun

Jealous, you want to be jealous

Jealous, you want to be jealous