Cloud Nine Red - 1992 lyrics

Hold up, homie wait up/ Im really meaning all the sh** that I be saying, when I say it, Im being scr8 up/ Mama, I said mama/ Im just tryna get this money, I dont believe its Mo Money, Mo Problems/ Cuz I got some, oh yeah I got some/ & it seems like right now, this money is the only way that I can solve em/ So I ain't playing, No sir, I ain't playing/ I just wake up in the morning, put my shoes on & i chase it day out, day in/ Every day, yeah, every day, yeah/ Every day, yeaah, I be getting bu*tad/ I be drinking, I be smoking, I be hollin bout some "Free my lil brother!"/ I'm from that Louis, boy that Louisville/ To keep it real, Im from a place where you better off letting Jesus grab the wheel/ Cuz we out chea, boy we out chea swerving/ & if it ain't gone be that Henny, you might as well just fill my cup up with some bourbon/ I was born in 19- 1992/ It took me 20 some odd years to get my mind right and my a** up the zoo/ So what yall ready, what yall rey do?/ Yall got weed, I got gas, call some hoes, mane let me ride with you/ But I got warrants, so play it coo/ I ain't tryna do no time, pay no fines, Im just tryna pay my dues/ & stay true/ Ooo/