Unhappy

Drowning in the gray cell

To dwell in earthly hell

A pimp warrior fell

One-two! Sir Lucious "L" 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

when your goose is cooked! [4x]

[Verse 1:] First rule in this thang, never let `em see you

sweat!

Never let `em be a threat and your feelings you must protect

`em!

As well as your rectum! Must keep self out of harm, out of

danger's way

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 go on

and post that bail, you would be happy as Hell

You thought you were happy until that court day came

Couldn't afford that case, no body to take your place, family

Hummers at stake

Too late to escape and you're on the run

[Hook]

[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 pop, they worked for every penny

Didn't have many, but had enough to get by, enough to get fly

Only to start the new year off in debt

Now you forget your happiness came and went like mom and dad's

relationship

Take a trip, you bring potato chips, I'll bring the hot sauce

[Hook]

[Verse 3:] 1979, Dirty South, Local lounge (Flip that smile

upside down now!)

I never thought that alcohol could ease the notion of the

sadness

Now what used to be a happy home done turned into some bad shit!

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

game plan

`Cause we got that hot sauce!!!

[Hook}