, you know how 'dem strippers was We was all 'ghetto fabulous' All at the rooms in the Cyberus From this Ja'causezi water, Can you cleanse us? Can
Ooh ooh Flashin' Ooh I'm goin' off that Boyd Dawg through Purina Chow Chow Pow Pow hot lead on a nigga head Chest out never understood grew up in the
split the wiggidy-water You intrigued by the way, we do our thing Do what? Pick up the mic, hot, and make you swing Say what? Pick up the mic, hot, and
make him a suit Tell Reebock to make him some boots Get him a head band, to cover the holes in his head He a dead man for thinking he can walk through muddy waters
him a suit Tell Reebock to make him some boots Get him a head band, to cover the holes in his head He a dead man for thinking he can walk through muddy waters
water baby, spread it around But when you niggaz don't flow it right and fuck up my sound I get down; in '89 I spit the buck in the face Of every mc that
my way (is this fair) full of mistakes i'll make again (should i wait) got my head up my ass find it there day after day never know what i'm heading for
this journey, I believe, will lead to bottomless seas. Rolling in the twilight for all time that swallows every fire. The fire that grows. Don't calm me down my head
and the old days how did anyone make it through them that way we fought it all all the problems that we saw but we couldn't see straight...and for all
) it's not so easy to get along when everyone's afraid (could you show me right) when my head is all broken down you'll thrust upon and rush it down on
the sound and the rhythm of rain dancing down on the window pane. Comatose. Eyes half closed. Arms wrapped up with the wounds all sewn. I froze from head
the road You said you had something to say I crawled out with my head spinning I covered my ears to late Everything fell down on me But I must say Ohh
lives like russian roulette. Barrel up to the head. Where every sweet young move is belonging to a sickness.) Now enter special things to detour all
listen for the train It?s been a long hot summer, not a drop of rain I broke down in December I headed for the coast I thought the wind and water would
one of you guys lend her a dime? ALISA Just an apartment with no roaches and no dry rot ANITA Where the hot water comes out hot BOTH That's my Hollywood
for the train It?s been a long hot summer, not a drop of rain Well, I broke down in December, I headed for the coast I thought the wind and water would
Beat it You remember them days y'all, we use to play y'all The radio and put our own lil part in the song y'all We use to (rep our city! rep our city!)
To get press passes and prove instead Put down the pen, picked up the mic Came in for competitor?s heads And when I got down severin several losin Started getting down