I sip a drink called mud and it be in one tall cup
I be leanin' so hard that a drunk stopped us
I be young not dumb, still I come pop trunk
take a chick to the my crib and tell slut my pump
x2
(SPM Chorus x2)
I sip a drink called mud and it be in one tall cup
I be leanin' so hard that a drunk stopped us
I be young not dumb, still I come pop trunk
take a chick to the my crib and tell slut my pump
x2
(SPM)
Do you remeber when they shot at us like we were some targets
and we came back and shot the whole Shafter apartments
gues we must of felt we had something to prove
and the very next day six families moved
We passed by on our bikes and if i'm not mistaken
the whole complex seemed to be evacuating
twas the power of the 12 gauge barking at night
to make a man understand the real value of life
I was 14 at the time ducking the family
head sweating like a melon livin blind like heaven
if you ain't livin', it or been it it, there's no comprehending it
south east where you wake up Colt 40 and cigarette
I would later get some tacos, not waffles and bagels
we was raised on beans and rice with no cable
hater break it till I take the ultimate fall
until then you can find me at the hole in the wall
(SPM Chorus x2)
I sip a drink called mud and it be in one tall cup
I be leanin' so hard that a drunk stopped us
I be young not dumb, still I come pop trunk
take a chick to the my crib and tell slut my pump
(Lucky)
Mayne I made it out the hood and it sho' feel great
I remember backing up to the Hillwood tape
gang task force, that was our only problem
Imma hop a fence and the hit the bayou on them
dirty, dirty up my J's while I yell come get me
used to hit the fo' fo' get an 8th for $120
rolled up some swishas then we gift them into drank
called them candy sweets, nigga what the fuck ya' hoes thank
took them all to school, sold $7 dollas each
thought i'd never be sittin' now I'm sittin' on the beach
Sip sippin' on muddy, I've lost a lot of buddies
I be chasin' money till the lord come fo' me
most of my friends got a number in the pen
comin' up around here, you gotta have some tough skin
man I always knew that i'd get paid to hit the stage
but all my friends either locked up or layin in the grave
(SPM Chorus x2)
I sip a drink called mud and it be in one tall cup
I be leanin' so hard that a drunk stopped us
I be young not dumb, still I come pop trunk
take a chick to the my crib and tell slut my pump
