Paranoid (featuring The 2 Zigg Zaggs)

Teaspoon! Come here, come here, hey, hey, hey look
 Hey go get me two pounds of bud and two ounces of yay
 Muthafuckaz at mah house waitin' right now 'cuz
 Aiight
 How long can sell?
 (You see life is like football, you know what I'm saying?)
 Before I have to go to jail
 (You gotta hike the ball and just make something happen man)
 Can I possibly get real?
 (I mean you know you might get tackled, you know what I'm saying?)
 Before somebody go and snitch
 (Then again, you might fuck around and make a touch down)
 I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid
 One false move, I can be destroyed
 I avoid the cops, I use a decoy
 See my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boy
 I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid
 One false move, I can be destroyed
 To avoid the cops, I use a decoy
 You see my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boy
 All my life I did nothin' but dealin'
 Learned to rely on my gut feelin'
 Yo name is what? What? I know you from where? Where?
 I don't mean to seem vicious but you look suspicious
 Stop talking 'bout drugs on the telephone
 Stop walking with a bunch of thugs to my home
 Stop fuckin' up, call me before you come
 Stop telling these bitches where you got it from
 How long can I sell?
 The Sheriff departments right down the block
 Before I have to go to jail
 Pass my beer so I can swallow this rock
 Can I possibly get real?
 Pass the tabs the turnakit and syringes
 Before somebody go snitch
 Before the DEA kick the door of the hinges
 I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid
 One false move I can be destroyed
 I avoid the cops I use a decoy
 You see my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boy
 I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid
 One false move, I can be destroyed
 I avoid the cops, I use a decoy
 You see my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boy
 As I bail down the street with my khakis creased
 Everybody looking at me look like the police
 Havin' conversations with my gang assailants
 Do you think, we under police surveillance?
 Asking questions giving suggestions
 Pulling Smith an' Wessons on strange pedestrians
 Cookin' crack up, dollar bills stacked up
 Hope the cops don't backup, here they come man
 How long, stop runnin', stop runnin', can I sell?
 The Sheriff department's right down the block
 Before I have to go to jail
 Pass my beer so I can swallow this rock
 Can I possibly get real?
 Hurry up, pass the tabs, turnakit and syringes
 Before somebody go and snitch
 Before the DEA kick the door off the hinges
 Maybe I oughta stop sellin' water
 Spend more time with my son and my daughter
 But my drug life drug me away from my wife
 She couldn't deal with the stress and the strife
 The cocaine rockin' and the hood rats jockin'
 The late night knockin' the drive way blockin'
 Late at night I fantasize 'bout rappin'
 But I gotta sell dope till it happen
 For how long?
 Hey, who is that, who is that man?
 See you all fuckin' up, I got these looks
 Yo man little rich kids comin' over here
 That's what I'm saying now
 You know they gonna snitch, they can't even lie to their parents
 What the fuck you think they gonna do when the police pressure 'em?
 Get to crying and shit, Afroman sold it to me mommy
 He stays over there
 How long can I sell?
 The Sheriff departments right down the block
 Before I have to go to jail
 Pass my beer so I can swallow this rock
 Can I possibly get real?
 Pass the tabs the turnakit and syringes
 Before somebody go snitch
 Before the DEA kick the door of the hinges
 I'm so paranoid, now God lay me down to sleep
 Before the cops rape, please give me a beat
 If they accidently kill me and I don't escape
 Pray some white person, gotta video tape
 Twinkle twinkle little little star
 That looks like a police car
 Shining on my dope spot
 A police raid
 I hope not
 Little little homie hold my gun
 I'm gonna fuckin' run
 Where I run, I don't care
 Throw that dope, anywhere
 Cops chase me, through the hood
 Straight in to the woods camera
 Fly like lepord's
 I hear, German Shepards
 Freeze, hold it right there
 Drug dealers, nightmare
 Busted crack, criminal court
 No black support
 Handcuffs very tight, Baptist jury all white
 They could never be my peers, sentence me twenty years
 This rap so damn real, I'm glad I gotta record deal
 If I don't sell a mill, this could, could happen still
 What a predicament