(Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?) This is a drug party Smokin' out a pound I don't smoke out no O's Ridin' around with them rounds you know we hold 30 or more Ridin' around with them rounds you know we hold 30 or more All my bitches bad, you know I fuck nun' but bad hoes I just like the cash, you know I run it up off the floor Came up off the ground, yeah I came from kicking doors Robbin' niggas around, you know I'm known for wiping nose I don't give a damn lil' buddy, you better cuff yo hoe 32 Bouldercrest Road, that's what I roam Paradise city bitch, better cruise 'til that bitch snow Roll the window down and we gon' clap you and yo' folks Ridin' around with them rounds you know we hold 30 or more Smokin' out a pound just to ease out my soul Ease out my mind while I squeeze on yo' hoe Dick yo' hoe down you know I pimp all these hoes I feel like Pimp C 'cause this lean got me movin' slow And I don't know, but I don't trust these hoes I see you wanna cut that bitch my nigga, but I don't trust yo' hoe Yo' hoe wanna fuck on a young nigga 'cause that cash'll make her go Yo' hoe wanna fuck on a young nigga 'cause that purp'll make her go Smokin' out a pound I don't smoke out no O's Ridin' around with them rounds you know we hold 30 or more Ridin' around with them rounds you know we hold 30 or more All my bitches bad, you know I fuck nun' but bad hoes I just like the cash, you know I run it up off the floor Came up off the ground, yeah I came from kicking doors Robbin' niggas around, you know I'm known for wiping nose I don't give a damn lil' buddy, you better cuff yo hoe Ha, shit, shit, pass that bitch a napkin 'Cause I just slimed on that bitch, that's what happened And I don't love a hoe but I just love smashin', and I She's a freak so I had to pass it And she ridin' around with the rounds, yeah, I'm ridin' with my woes She wanna fuck like a clown so I pass her to my bros These hoes are nothin' but some freaks You know I do not love these hoes And these niggas fucked up when they started lovin' these hoes I put somethin' in her mouth and, yeah, she grind real slow She call up my phone soon as I get home I send that hoe to the voicemail 'cause I got what I want And I already told you, nigga, I don't trust none of these hoes Smokin' out a pound I don't smoke out no O's Ridin' around with them rounds you know we hold 30 or more Ridin' around with them rounds you know we hold 30 or more All my bitches bad, you know I fuck nun' but bad hoes I just like the cash, you know I run it up off the floor Came up off the ground, yeah I came from kicking doors Robbin' niggas around, you know I'm known for wiping nose I don't give a damn lil' buddy, you better cuff yo hoe Is that yo bitch nigga?

In the chilly hours and minutes Of uncertainty, I want to be In the warm hold of your loving mind To feel you all around me And to take your hand, along the sand Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind When sundown pales the sky I want to hide a while, behind your smile And everywhere I'd look, your eyes I'd find For me to love you now Would be the sweetest thing That would make me sing Ah, but I may as well, try and catch the wind When rain has hung the leaves with tears I want you near, to kill my fears To help me to leave all my blues behind For standin' in your heart Is where I want to be, and I long to be Ah, but I may as well, try and catch the wind Ah, but I may as well, try and catch the wind

Do I see you coming home Coming home to me Could it be you that I see Coming home to me From your day by the sea Do I see your buckets full Buckets full of shells Could it be you that I see Buckets full of shells From your day by the sea Do I see you weary weave Weary weave your way Could it be you that I see Weary weave your way From your day by the sea