New Times

New Times I see no changes all i see is pasty faces Man with his underpants backwards and his untied shoelaces Im gonna die in 95 and thats fo sho' cus ive see them races Theres a big ballon thats red with me diggin vaces Its fuc*** bo ya better belive i love gu-zee-bows So now im gonna chill pop a pill and sit back and write my will Its almost over in cali and now i got a ten foot grave stone still I got a pet giraffe in my local zoo now im taking it out on you fool Im gonna go down to da local swimming pool and not pay 2 get in And squirt ketchup in the womens violin I got all them men looking at me and i love dre's ass in my ninety four spicey Dre is me real nigga and i love him for so' i love the way he plays triple a's He plays them most ways Shit happens to ya momma cus i spent her I got hos and pimps in my gimps Shit happens to ya momma cus i spent her I got hos and pimps in my gimps (x2) You got your mags in da shop win-dow's There shit and you like my co-trin-bow's Double x-l double x-l now maby your magazine might sell Sun shine in cali while im in the police cell But now im out on bail and all is well I sit down at the table and i pray Before dinner my kidz will say daddy i fuc*** hate you And ill get my ninety four spicey And shot em up niceley So u niggas got a problem with this song Go f*** your self without a condom on (bitch) What you on? Who ya fuc*** with? Ya got it all wrong? And as yo' going down... You put your hands on the floor so your upside down. Shit happens to ya momma cus i spent her I got hos and pimps in my gimps Shit happens to ya momma cus i spent her I got hos and pimps in my gimps (repeat to fade)