Whoa, whoa, 
Canmore square, 1999 yeah ...
Front of the riders where you would find me
Sparing change for another beer
But I don’t spare change anymore
New york city, 1995, out a new way, I was barely alive
Sparing change for another bag
But I don’t spare change anymore
Cause everytime I tell that stuff
It makes me get ghetto tough
When I wake up on a cotton floor
I don’t stack change anymore
Whoa, whoa, 

San Francisco 2001, magget street, I was totally spun
Sparing change for another rock
But I don’t spare change anymore
Feeling tough in 2003, smoking crack in 1503
Sparing change for another rock
But I don’t spare change anymore
Cause everytime I tell that stuff
It makes me get ghetto tough
When I wake up on a cotton floor
I don’t stack change anymore
everytime I tell that stuff
It makes me get ghetto tough
When I wake up on a cotton floor
I don’t stack change anymore
Nah, I don’t stack change anymore
Nah, I don’t stack change anymore
Nah, I don’t stack change anymore.