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our planet Earth was the only place to live 
But we destroyed it all by taking all she had to give - (wasted Earth) 
And as we ride through the black
wasted,
He stumbles in
Throws the keys on the couch,
Acting innocent,
She won't ask,
Where he's been,
Just wants a kiss from his lips,
Cause she misses him
I've been trying to develop an alternative fuel from a mix of all natural substances,
But the mix was highly volatile until we found a catalyst
tree shade makes a perfect tent
Then wasted time is time well spent

I got all I need
Floating on the breeze in [?]
The pounding in my head's starting
wasted! 
Puff, sip, puff, sip, puff, sip, 
Get wasted! 

Gimme a jug of that Crowne
Guzzle that down
What's
I'm trippin' on that now
I can tell by
is running out

No time, my rhyme's runnin' out a fuel
Here's the part you decide if you want to do
Count it up, the dockets from the Swass tour
out
You gotta keep 'em separated
Hey they don't pay no mind
If you're under 18 you won't be doing any time
Hey, come out and play

By the time you hear
By the time you hear the siren
It's already too late
One goes to the morgue and the other to jail
One guy's wasted and the other's a waste

It
Pimps and players, platinum diamonds
East to West Coast we riders

He a Compton-Compton O.G
(Mix that with a QB-QB true G)
(What you got's) A concoction
[Verse 3 - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Criticized by the main stream
For not bein the house jig and keepin things squeaky clean
But I can't, so I ain't
But I won't play
to me? Take 'em out
(You gotta keep 'em seperated)

Hey! Don't pay no mind
You're under 18 you won't be doin' any time
Hey! Come out and play!
By
Lying in your hotel bed 
You cry for the years that were wasted
And time gone by
Darling girl can you not see
Your soul is bright
I wish you
Pimps and players, platinum diamonds
East to West coasting, oh yeah

He a Compton-Compton O.G.
Mix that with a QB-QB true G
What you got's a **** of some
Hey, come out and play

By the time you hear the siren
It's already too late
One goes to the morgue and the other jail
One guy's wasted
Hey, come out and play

By the time you hear the siren
It's already too late
One goes to the morgue and the other jail
One guy's wasted
C'mon!

The A-U-T-O-L-O-G-I-C
The A-U-T-O-L-O-G-I-C
Hey
The A-U-T-O-L-O-G-I-C

Drop auto logic
You thought you could get with
Me and Tommy
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
to go hungry

'Cause each day burns by with regret
A wasted, abandoned cigarette
And all this time would be a sweeter ride
With someone by my side
a thing for a brother like me
Uncle Sam want to buy another missile (yep)
Strip Mix-a-Lot straight down to the gristle (mm)
I made a few mil'
and gangsta!
 
[Chorus - Mr. G'stacka]
Now it's the pimp and the gangsta, stackin cheese 
And we ain't rollin unless we sittin on 20 inch D's 
We slide wit ease
my mind 'cause I've wasted my time
Ain't nothin' here to keep me warm

And over and over I tried
Yet over and over you lied
Gettin' over and over my
more, no more, no more
See, I made up my mind 'cause I've wasted my time
Ain't nothin' here to keep me warm

And over and over I tried
Yet over
crowned, look at me now
Teaching my classes by the masses
Used to gang bang, used to love the clashes
Now cash is the only motivation, but not for me G
watching videos 
Laughing at studio gangsters they mo' gents then G's 
My bitches use your mix-tape cover to break they trees on 
Baked, top
then ran through the alley must have been a coward
No more hit 'em up like in the old days
homies scrab with Mack 10s and AKs
that's why I roll by