whole world Mr. Pain is back So get them thangs out, you betta lock up ya house And tell the cops they let the animals out Break bread nigga You niggaz
u know what? u should be an actress girl. I ain't talkin like sex and the city or law and order. I'm talkin in my crib, me, u and the camcorder. 1st she
like a pig Beat him down, stomp him out, cut him like he big You hear the attitude, I say fuck being humble You act like a animal you stuck in the jungle
in the state pen And to my homies out buryin motherfuckers Steer clear of these Aryan motherfuckers Cause once they got you locked up They got you trapped, you
all throwin ya bows I'm bout that if you hatin then stop that Top that any club I rock that Now rock that we takin our spot back If you tryna stunt lil
stay at my place. All the talking I could do I would never lie to you. We take a quick ride, homicide, then i confide in you and i can love you and
All the talking I could do, I would never lie to you We take a quick ride, homicide, then I confide in you And I can love you and technically even though you
on the door with my chin Eh, yo, little man, won't ya let me in You best believe it was good to see my little brother Eh, you forgot the milk, you dumb
my coast Niggas keep talkin' 'bout my bread, we gonna make toast Where you from? California What city? Compton What you drive? Impala What you smokin' on? Chronic What you
[Intro:] This Tech N9ne baby And I don't do just one thing I'm everything If I did one thing All y'all would agree But you don't. So you want me do some
basic I'm in this Iceberg, and I'm servin' a Philly thug animated But first off this is too doe When I hit ya with this K cutters you turn 'bout three
by drive through Gator told Maury three quarters sky blue Look at Mami eyes blue, five two I approached her hi boo, how you? Tony skin Louis, oh you fly too You
Do) I Guess I I Guess I would just die an go to heaven and wait on you Yea Ooooo I Think I Like You (I Think I Like You) If U Was A Poem i'd recite
Don't get on TV talkin' about gangsta rap 'Cause 9 times at a 10 you don't know the fuck you talk about Talk about that bullshit rap you do, stay the
a talk and me start understand Go down africa and me reach a jam one Sit down with rasta and start fe reason Read out of the Bible talk to christian When you
, 'cause I came from a broken family My uncle used to touch me, I never told you that Scared what you might do, I couldn't hold you back I kept it deep
Did I mention I roll with the uzi I bet you got instruments, just click on you ho's Bombin' on you fake niggas How much of this bullshit you willin
You don't retain your calm Either you're an anvil Or sell me your aunt And your car is almost gone Figure it out My bag's against the wall You knocked