2012

Yes yes, yes, ladies and gentleman, children of all ages

Niggas and bitches, crackers and hoes of all colors

They say the world is coming to an end

Thats right, they say the world is coming to an end my nigga real, real soon

Yeah, what you gonna do about it?

Yea, yea

Yes, straight out the ville and i'm blessed

Never met death, atleast not yet

Off to the place where they rest under flowers

Niggas get wet up like sex in the showers

Dear lord, what am i hear for?

Is it the hoes or the money or is there more?

I know the world bout to come to an end

So before it does can i finish up my sentence

I see your double printed, as if he winnin

This is the bottom of the 9th inning

I'm come to bat like light skinnin

Where the sad sight lookin at my gas light

Damn and i just threw 10 in it

Look, 5 dollars wont get you what it used to

Look, love dont mean what it used to

And everybody and their mama on youtube

Is it just me? or is this unusual?

Don't wanna lose ya, just wanna reach ya'll

So let me slow down, to the beat ya'll

Put the remote down, move your feet ya'll

One time for the niggas holdin that heat ya'll

Keep that tucked before someboody gets hurt

Said yeah i'd rather cut catch your body give birth

Now if you was the last nigga walkin on earth

Turn this up, clap your hands, light this whats hurts, murk

Trust the world aint spinnin for too much longer my nigga

Hope you ready me and you both goners,

But in the meantime homie do what you like

Just, just do what ya like

Just, just hey, hey, hey

Trust the world aint spinning for too much longer hey baby

Hope you ready me and you both goners

So in the meantime shawty do what ya like

Just, just do what ya like

Just, just do what ya like, hey hey

I say money make the girls go down

They say money make the world go around

To my broke niggas, aint it the same if bill gates made it rain and the world gon drown

Can i get a dollar? shawty got low, impala

Made that ass drop, hydrola, holla

Know she got a man and i dont understand why he dont grab that bitch by the collar, foula

Look, i need my womad a little hood

Livin in a world where bad means good

That explains why the bad hoes attract him

That explains why bad rappers go platinum

Or gold these days, gold these day

If the world stop spinnin like an old dj keep playin

I need a little more time, pre payin

Just a few more dimes, we slaying

Keep praying, hoping, 2012 you gotta be jokin

Aint enough time and a nigga trying to sign

But the whole world gon lost their mind

Look, bombs over bagdhad, bullits in the ville

This is not a test, this is not a drill

This is all real, so before we all kill,

Let me get one more feel baby!

Earthquake, tsunami and hurricanes you meaner than katrina baby

I got to know your name before this thing is over

This might be the last song for the man upstairs,

Cut the lights on and shut this party down