Lyrics:
And get over zealous, watch out now y'all.
Come on now fella, pass me down the relish.
Don't read no Ann Landers,
Just don't feed me no Colonel
He must be hearing shit
Don, don, don, life, I do this for the crib
The D to Flint who get sick with lead
Others get the hit with the laugh
From
last
She screams at night
I'm falling down
Drinking wine, feeling fine
Baby don't you know
That I'm dead inside now
I'm a mess, I haven't slept
I only
gotta get robbed because the mob got a job for us
The drove us down to the sober section
Of town where the clowns don't be paying for protection
They don't need a partner to swing (X6)
"More cash in my hand" - Grand Puba
Verse 2:
Surrounded by more mysteries than the stone henge
Warning your
to Tom, to give it to Ron
Do you want to join my Confederation?
To reach me dial 902
We'll float down a river full of chocolate
If you don't believe that,
Thinking about who gotta get robbed because the mob got a job for us
The drove us down to the sober section
Of town where the clowns don't be paying for
Of fashion and flair
Have Bob and Danny Zarem (22) fly down
The older set'll need a pet
So who do you get well Danny has a granny
(23) who's the talk
GD, you see me every day
Standing in the same spot by a certain grave
Mary-Ann was only 10, full of life and oh so gay
And I was the wicked man who took
Standing in the same spot by a certain grave
Mary-Ann was only 10, full of life and oh so gay
And I was the wicked man who took her life away
Very
try to fit in
Believing in the lie that will last till life sink in
Another day goes by and it still not shaping
I don’t need it
Maybe I want to see
When John Henry was just a little bitty boy no bigger than the palm of your hand
His mommy looked down at John Henry and say
Well Johnny you're gonna
amazing
We'll both be high, the help don't stare
They just walk by, they must don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred more will never do
hollers stop that child,
Don't you know the girls gone wild.
They're lookin real pretty down in Panama City,
They're dancin down in New Orleans,
to control me, you can't
We are kissed by a chick called Ann, understand, man?
Let me tell you how it's going down
First people have to understand the world
understand me, she always supported Mary-Ann
She said this girl is old enough for having a boyfriend
This is the reason why I shot her down and made her
Yeah, Brick City
Yeah, Gilla, yo, gilla
Yo, Brick City, when it comes to grabbin' steel
You could post me down low like Shaq O'Neil
You'll be
Thinking about who gotta get robbed because the mob got a job for us
The drove us down to the sober section
Of town where the clowns don't be paying
I think I'm comin' down
It's W-Y T-E, the party animal
And hanging with molly is where I'll be found
Eat molly by da gram, eat molly by da gram
Eat
Thinking about who gotta get robbed because the mob got a job for us
The drove us down to the sober section
Of town where the clowns don't be paying
go, we go
I pass my April fools in monster may
I pass by so much bull I should say "ole!"
I got friends named raggedy Ann and Andy
Call my "bon
straight down to Saint Ann
Ganja man weed legalize dem nuh wan you fi nyam
Yet ah you bring di most money pon di island
Ricky deh ah prison fi ganja how
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
how you rap, Wan't put me down because I knocked a
Goofy off the map, You claimin' you a gangster, I'ma put a end to that , I don't like
To do pretend,
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