You wanted a hit But maybe we don't do hits I try and try It ends up feeling kind of wrong You wanted it tough But is it ever tough enough? No, nothing's ever tough enough Until we hit the road Yeah, you wanted it lush But honestly you must hush No honestly you know too much So leave us, leave us on our own And so you wanted a hit Well, this is how we do hits You wanted the hit But that's not what we do You wanted it real But can you tell me what's real? There's lights and sounds and stories Music's just a part Yeah, you wanted the truth And then you said you want proof I guess you're used to liars Saying what they want And we won't be your babies anymore We won't be your babies anymore We won't be your babies 'Til you take us home No, we won't be your babies anymore We won't be your babies anymore We can't be your babies 'Til you take us home Yeah, you wanted it smart But honestly I'm not smart No, honestly we're never smart We fake it, fake it all the time Yeah, you wanted the time But maybe I can't do time Oh, we both know that's an awful line But it doesn't make it wrong You wanted it right No out of mind and out of sight No dirty bus and early flight No seven days and forty nights Yeah, you wanted a hit But tell me where's the point in it? You wanted the hit But that's not what we do And we won't be your babies anymore We won't be your babies anymore We won't be your babies 'Til you take us home No, we won't be your babies anymore We won't be your babies anymore We can't be your babies 'Til you take us home And we won't be your babies anymore We won't be your babies anymore We won't be your babies 'Til you take us home No, we won't be your babies anymore We won't be your babies anymore We can't be your babies 'Til you take us home

You wanted a hit But maybe we don't do hits I try and try It ends up feeling kind of wrong You wanted it tough But is it ever tough enough? No, nothing's ever tough enough Until we hit the road Yeah, you wanted it lush But honestly, you must hush No, honestly, you know too much So leave us, leave us on our own And so you wanted a hit Well this is how we do hits You wanted a hit But that's not what we do You wanted it real But can you tell me what's real? There's lights and sounds and stories Music's just a part Yeah, you wanted the truth And then you said you want proof I guess you're used to liars Saying what they want And we won't be your babies anymore We won't be your babies anymore We won't be your babies 'til you take us home No, we won't be your babies anymore We won't be your babies anymore We can't be your babies 'til you take us home Yeah you wanted it smart But honestly, I'm not smart No, honestly, we're never smart We fake it, fake it all the time Yeah you wanted the time But maybe I can't do time Oh we both know that's an awful line But it doesn't make it wrong You wanted it right No out of mine and out of sight No dirty bus and early flight No seven days and forty nights Yeah you wanted a hit But tell me, where's the point in it? You wanted a hit But that's not what we do And we won't be your babies anymore We won't be your babies anymore We won't be your babies 'til you take us home No, we won't be your babies anymore We won't be your babies anymore We can't be your babies 'til you take us home And we won't be your babies anymore We won't be your babies anymore We won't be your babies 'til you take us home No, we won't be your babies anymore We won't be your babies anymore We can't be your babies 'til you take us home

Yeah G-O-P, S.O.S Putting crystals on your necklace Think they'll save your life (Everybody got a problem, 'til there ain't one) Common greed, ghosts in sheets Haunting everybody's calling Dimming out all of their lights (oh) All my, all my plants are dead All my, all my hope is gone Sleeping in through every season I'll be passed out on the lawn Either critically acclaimed Or too mentally deranged Give me something to believe in Before all this fades away (hey, hey) You needed a hit (hey, hey) Well, listen to this (hey, hey) Well, listen to this Yeah, I'm sickened in the head, but they made me Overheard on my left from a model Wanna patch up my soul from the potholes Gonna kidnap a genie in a bottle And who says patience is a virtue? You don't fight here, it'll curse you Even now, can't sleep with the antics Clichés, footsteps in the attic All my, all my plants are dead All my, all my hope is gone Sleeping in through every season I'll be passed out on the lawn Either critically acclaimed Or too mentally deranged Give me something to believe in Before all this fades away (hey, hey) You needed a hit (hey, hey) Well, listen to this (hey, hey) Well, listen to this

Kniggety-Knock, Kniggety Knock, knock, knock, Punk guess who's back, geah its that Compton Nigga. How'd you figure? That I'd give your ass the first jump, Sorry fool, The Eiht dont sleep chump. Some want me to stop with the violence. Some say, take a code of silence. But you'll get the mutherfucking middle finger Cause Eiht won't be no rap-pop singer. Now you still want me to flip flop Straight black no >From the depths of hell as I bell, Fresh outta jail, nigga might as well Get too drunk and hit the fucking blunt, Then peel your cap back sorry punk. Back in your shit so here we go. Mutherfuckers hit the floor. Shiggety Shits gonna hit the fan Jack. When I'm blunted off the mutherfuckin chronic sack. Geah, So hit the floor when I cock the gatt. Bloods goin' spill when I rat-tat-tat. Bitches scream, niggas yell, 3 days later left is a fucked up smell. Coming from the Compton psycho. Can you fuck with me? I dont think so. I got the mind of a lunitic And I'll fuck you quick, so you can suck a fat dick. And take that shit to the bank. So on the way the Eiht can gank. And my style aint friendly often, Eiht times outta ten, you end in a coffin. I dont think you can deal no more. C-M-W say hit the fucking floor. Punk ass nigga! Back in your shit for the nine-duece to get loose. Eihthype in the mutherfucking house... Geah.