Drowning in the gray cell
To dwell in earthly hell
A pimp warrior fell
One-two!Sir Lucious Left Foot in the muthaf***in' booth
Lucious! (Lucious!) Sir Lucious Left Foot has just entered
Hook
Might as well have fun
'Cause your happiness is done and your goose is cooked!
Might as well have fun
'Cause your happiness is done and your goose is
cooked!
Might as well have fun
'Cause your happiness is done and your goose is cooked!
Might as well have fun
'Cause your happiness is done and your goose is cooked!
First rule in this thang, never let 'em see you sweat!
Never let 'em be a threat and your feelings you must protect 'em!
As well as your rectum! Must keep self out of harm, out of danger's way
Let strangers play while you graduate and move on!
True happiness is not acquired and you won't find it for sale
Unless you're in jail and trying to get a bail bondsman to on the run!
HOOK
Once upon a rhyme, one time when I was a child (Flip that smile down now!)
When I found out that Santa Claus was nothing more than Vanilli
I was silly, 'cause my mom and dad's relationship, take a trip
You got the potato chips? I'll bring the hot sauce!!!
HOOK
1979 Dirty South, Loca! Lounge (Flip that smile upside down now!)
I never though that alcohol could ease the notion of the sadness
Now what used to be a happy home done turned into some bad sh**!
Graphic language, mild violence and the silence of the fams!
No members to remember, but I know just who I am
I've grown into a man and like my n***a said we executed the game plan
'Cause we got that hot sauce!!!
