Drowning in the gray cell
To dwell in earthly hell
A pimp warrior fell
One-two! Sir Lucious Left Foot in the muthafuckin' 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! [4x]
[Verse 1:] First rule in this thang, never let `em see you
Never let `em be a threat and your feelings you must protect
As well as your rectum! Must keep self out of harm, out of
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!!
[Verse 2:] One upon a rhyme, one time when I was a child
(Flip that smile upside down now!)
When I found out that Santa Claus was nothing more than Vanilli
It was silly, `cause my mom and dad's realationship, take
you got the potato chips? I'll bring the hot sauce!!
[Verse 3:] 1979 Dirty South, Loca! lounge (Flip that smile
upside down now!)
I never thought that alcohol could ease the notion of the
Now what used to be a happy home done turned into some bad
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 nigga said we executed the
`Cause we got that hot sauce!!!