Saturday to sunday's waste
Then monday's soon around
It's always time to leave
The nightlife first
And catch the last bus out of town
And the sentiment of the last song that I heard
Stays with me as if I'd written every word
I thought I saw an open door
With a bright light shining through
But what it was I don't recall
But I think you've seen it yoo
And there are the days and the ways I've known
Dreaming that this bird has flown
And if you burnt your fingers in the fire
Remember me and my desire
It might be easier this way
If you're trying to cha
Too Much Noise
[Chorus]
Too much noise in my ears to think
and not enough liquor in my bottle to drink
I'm goin' in the pussy and I hope I don't stank
I'm suffocatin in you baby, I'm startin to sank
[Krazy]
I need some hennessey with my weed so I can get high
man feel this shit I'm sayin to you nigga, this ain't no lie
to much motherfuckin noise in my ears to write a verse,
now give me the weed to hit so I can break this curse
this world got me stressed out, that's why I'm always in the bottle,
I hit the hen, that shit ain't worth my motherfuckin problem
haters hate to see a nigga come up
so if see my enemy, I'm gonna through my gun up
these hoes need to understand dick ain't bout' no game,
that's why I only fuck with bitches who got a man
cause pussy bad for you, have a nigga dying in lust
can't get enough of them guts, that's why they fucked up and out of luck
(Chorus)
[Master P]
Seee, soldiers is some niggas you don't wanna try
run up on the tank, and get touched, then we ride
I got blood on my hands and I loved to get my dick wet
and I think about the pussy, now blood only coats that
bitches think I'm nasty cause' I love to get my dick sucked,
two gaurds to the head,before I fuckin rip them guts up
now look at that beem on your shirt, it's probably red,
and you know I get off, just to know that you dead
I got problems on my mind and I probably can't solve 'em
but you know how I get em' off, wit 38's that revolve
never bite the hand that feeds me, now that's game to the rollers,
and I know ya'll niggas mad, cause Snoop Dogg is a soldier
(Chorus)
[C-Murder]
I'm feelin kind of good my nigga, and smokin ounces of weed,
and plus I'm drinking, and got two bad bitches with me
is it the pussy that I'm gettin that's got my feelin so high,
don't ask me why, gettin' blounted is my number one job
is it the ice on my motherfuckin wrist?
that's got these dog ass hoes acting like bitches
or mabye its the 50 g's I spend up on my teeth,
or the fact that no other nigga can rap like me
It's too much noise in my ears to think
and not enough liquor in my bottle to drink
I'm goin' in the pussy and I hope I don't stank
I'm suffocatin in you baby, I'm startin to sank
It's too much noise in my ears to think
and not enough liquor in my bottle to drink
I'm goin' in the pussy and I hope I don't stank
I'm suffocatin in you baby, I'm startin to sank