Since I left ain't too much changed Yeah, 'cept for the pilot First-class virgin, wanna ride in purple-violet? Well stick beside your boy, I'll put a word in Sneak you behind the curtain while I VIP park my bourbon If the Slums can't party, then fuck it We'll take the parking lot and then throw a thirty rock in a bucket My folks looking like Joe Dirt with that curb service That LSD trip shit, bitch, is your knees hurtin'? Blue skies, black suede leather Bumpin' Pink Floyd in May weather Windows down on that grey Monte Carlo Embedded rubber on concrete, leavin' trails on the paved letters On that Powell-Peralta concave I kick, push through childhood, I've come of age Ask me how I'm doin', the shit is gold, really, though Catfish, really, though, and Billy done did it, ho (Did it, ho) Yeah, we went from counting the O's in the SpaghettiOs To countin' zeros, oh, what a heavy load Stakes are high, but the Chevy's low We still ridin' (Still ridin') Yeah, we went from counting the O's in the SpaghettiOs To countin' zeros, oh, what a heavy load Stakes are high, but the Chevy's low We still ridin' (Still ridin') (Yeah, yeah) Still ridin' (Still ridin', yeah) Stakes are high but the Chevy's low (Yeah, yeah) We still ridin' (Still ridin', yeah) Yeah, yeah Still ridin' (Still ridin', yeah, yeah, yeah) Stakes are high but the Chevy's low (Yeah, yeah, yeah) We still ridin' Like a Clydesdale chariot, beatin' these 808s up, up, up Area 51, Paganistic and alien No Christian Dior adorns the native son Drippin' Dixie since '81 Sippin' whiskey since Raekwon spit hit page one Nerd shit, that gamma-ray gun That any day come, fuck a rap punk sucker, I'm a bum Tornado picked up my trailer, I'm in a new zone How do you go from group home to Luke Combs? 'Cause I'm a Matrix in itself, a true song Plus I hit the Oracle up, red or a blue phone (Marshall) Yeah, and I made it with little profit I got an eye from a wizard because I stake the pocket Ask me how I'm doing, this shit is gold, really, though Catfish, really, though, and Billy done did it, ho (Did it, ho) Yeah, we went from counting the O's in the SpaghettiOs To countin' zeros, oh, what a heavy load Stakes are high, but the Chevy's low We still ridin' (Still ridin') Yeah, we went from counting the O's in the SpaghettiOs To countin' zeros, oh, what a heavy load Stakes are high, but the Chevy's low We still ridin' (Still ridin') (Yeah, yeah) Still ridin' (Still ridin', yeah) Stakes are high but the Chevy's low (Yeah, yeah) We still ridin' (Still ridin', yeah) Yeah, yeah Still ridin' (Still ridin', yeah, yeah, yeah) Stakes are high but the Chevy's low (Yeah, yeah, yeah) We still ridin'

(Feat. Juicy J) (Chorus x2) Still ridin clean, makin cheese, and gettin my dick sucked Still makin cheese, ridin clean, and gettin my dick sucked (Project Pat) I swear I'm going through a thang but I gotta snap back Give it all to God its tha pistol but tha crack back Stayin on my job dealin wit hatas wit a jap slap Dealin wit this mob lice watchin studio phone tapped You best believe that I could see it from a mile away Thought that my girl was down sleepin wit tha enemy Tha streets are dangerous I could be dead anyday That's why I'm ridin wit my dog smokin plenty hay Thi shit contagious doin dope and its killin me Even though I know I hit tha snow is you feelin me I'm lookin good twenty-three's on that flippin paint Them twelve golds in my mouth makin these bitches faint Now can't a nigga see I ain't got no time for games I'm on this Hennessey and I'm quick to shoot dat thang But fuck dat one of my young niggas'll take tha charge I'm stackin loot muthafuck lookin behind some bars (Chorus x4) (Project Pat) Out slangin brickas tha project nigga row-a A playa that's fa show-a I'm chargin a hoe-a You weak niggas know-a you step and I fire Yo life will expire you need to retire Yo bitch call me sire she flat like a tire Shot nut in her eye-a on that I don't lie-a Tha fact of tha matter she blow out tha frizzame I keep me some powder so I'm gettin brizzain I'm out dodgin felonies and fuck dat coke Cause a nigga lovin these streets and that's of course Mane I hate to see tha judge face and that's fa sho Prayin that he'll drop the charge and let me go Cause I like smokin good green Motel-io Stick my dick in a hoe's mouth and there I go Getting drunk off of liquor and smokin this dope Put tha green in tha Swisher I'm gettin blowed (Chorus x4) (Juicy J) You know who you are you hatin ass bitch You tried to change yo name but you can chew on my dick I ain't playin wit you hoes and you federal snitches Wanna walk up to this pimp and get a hole in ya tensions Always talkin 'bout the Juice hoe I been on tha town I done blowed a hundred g's hoe you homey tha clown You can call ya girlfriend and me & Pancho can meet her She can lick our ass out or she can suck on our peters North North is tha hood bitch you know we are real Know you scared to ride through know you gon' meet tha steel Can't forget about you cowards you be high when you talk Nigga I fuck yo fat ass wife and put her on tha house Juicy J is tha playa that you love to hate Boy you betta get a deal or try to sell you some weight Everytime you see me comin lemons know what I mean Cause I been ridin Bentley, Roys, and I'm still on tha scene (Chorus x4)

Remember me (remember me) When the sun comes up in the morning sky There I will be (there I will be) Soaring with the eagle so high, feeling free Remember me Down the road Hand in hand You and me Remember me (remember me) When the sun comes up in the morning sky There I will be (there I will be) Soaring with the eagle so high, feeling free Remember me Down the road Hand in hand You and me Remember me (remember me) When the sun comes up in the morning sky There I will be (there I will be) Soaring with the eagle so high, feeling free Remember me Down the road Hand in hand You and me Remember me (remember me) When the sun comes up in the morning sky There I will be (there I will be) Soaring with the eagle so high, feeling free Remember me (remember me) Down the road Hand in hand You and me

It's Christmas day And the snow is comin' down Church bells sway They're ringin' to wake the town Preacher Kline recites his lines The pews will be full today Mr. Howell cranks up his plow His blades'll clear the way It's Christmas day And the pecan pies are bakin' Mothers say "It's the givin', not the takin'" My brother's brand new bicycle Is out janglin' in the street I watch him through the icicles With this wood box beneath my feet All I got is this little wood guitar What it brought is neon lights in crowded bars Like all the kings with all their gold Went chasin' down Your star, I'm told Every highway takes me where You are With this little wood guitar It's Christmas day Funny how the years can shape us Much has changed I'm a musician, I'm a waitress Chicago's a winter wonderland And my brother's and his wife's Passin' 'round their dinner plates And dissectin' my life All I got is this little wood guitar What it brought is neon lights in crowded bars Like all the kings with all their gold Went chasin' down Your star, I'm told Every highway takes me where You are With this little wood guitar I never stopped believin' I just kept on singin' Now people come to hear From miles around And I don't mind confessin' But I still count my blessin's I just never thought I'd settle down It's Christmas day And little ones are wakin' I hear them play I can hear the presents shakin' A boy's outside on his new bike Janglin' in the street A little girl, she's watchin' him With that wood box beneath her feet All she got is this little wood guitar What I thought is it might take her pretty far Like all the kings with all their gold Went chasin' down Your star, I'm told Every highway takes me where You are With this little wood guitar, little wood guitar