Sixteen Tons
(Intro)
Some people say a man is made outta' mud
A poor man's made outta' muscle and blood
A muscle and blood, skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons and what do ya get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
(Verse)
Yo, we heavy weight, you hella late
Best in the game, ain't no debate
Corolla 8 I take it to the ?
Now I cop a cool fist and it's called a cool sip
I was so fo' real, so fo' real
Can't even explain how I feel
Sick of being humble, they don't need you where yo marbles
So I let my voice rumble, stayin' out and clear
(Hook)
Y'all b**ch made, f**k niggas
Man, I can't really f**k wid 'em
If you ain't sneak diss then you prolly gonna get it
Tryna figure bout my recipe, yo man, look at me
Y'all b**ch made, f**k niggas
Hit dawg colla swing wit the dealers
Hit wow roulla chiwawa and chinchilla
You a coward in yo heart, pop syrup
