Lyrics:
Thought we was major, had phones not pagers
Taking shots with the Crue, tripping out on Floyd
Another night getting high with Dave and the boys
It was all
There's Judy Garland taking Buddha by the hand
And then these seven little men get up to dance
They say Confucius does his crossword with a pen
I'm still
efforts are negated by the passive observers.
*
They spend days before the T.V. set so burned out,
Is it any wonder they've lost all sense of vision
(Come on)
Root to the fruit
More bass than Bootsy Collins
You verses me
Thats like Ali verses Foreman (a-ha)
God's act, stand back and watch
thing I remember is that murder scene
That's why I gotta make it by any muthafuckin' means, uh
If I wasn't Kd Collins you bitches wouldn't fuck with me
I
for a new chance at society
Cus all this shit is getting to my head and I'm freaking out
I feel like I can't even fucking touch the ground anymore
I
front of Betty's boutique
Where they come out with mini-skirts on
Well I know I'm gonna wear out my tread
Down by Tina's tanning beds
'Cause I brake
getting pretty old
throw out the baby or we'll all be catching it's cold
throw over fatty and we'll see if she can float
throw out the retard, and they
Money, power, the crab in the barrel
No getting out it what I told 'em
But I'm in Miami eating on Lobster
Bad bitches, I bag bitches that bag bitches
They
Check it
Now this goes out to all my real hustlers
Getting they hands dirty
Keeping they rides clean
I fear God only
Put no faith in a man
Yeah, I
Were both together partners in crime
They wanted Fidel out of the scene
He was polluting their American Dream
Some say it was a put-up-job
By the C.I.A.
as the boat she sailed out of the port
landed up in the douglas head
enquired for a vacant bed
the dining room we soon got shown
by a decent woman up the road
I make it pretty
Lord knows I'm getting busy
All of you niggas I really pity
When the scale is Fujita, I'm sweeping all through your city, eh
Rounds
Be the change that you wanna see in Someone else!
Live by example like you leading someone Else!
How you like getting treated you should Treat
Alright, look
I seen these guys backstage, I'm gonna say it right now
There isn't a group in the rap game today, that lyric for lyric
Can out
My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll
ain't saying no names
But if I did the word would rhyme with Slater
But I ain't worried about you Screech holler at me later
I'm out getting this paper
got it
Mind on getting mine! Mind on getting mine!
Multiplying every dime! Got my mind on getting mine!
Mind on getting mine! Mind on getting mine!
Let
wake up early in the morning
And go get the cash
Everyday my birthday, I be getting cake bitch
Niggas talk about me when they
See me never say shit
Shout
it be like run your coat black
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
from, it be like run your coat black
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
another way
Gotta run it up
Don't know why they hate
Time to celebrate
I been getting cake
Gotta run it up
I don't need a bank
Need a house by the lake
She dance at the house all by herself
Like she trying out for the twerk team
I got a condo on my wrist, all my cars in my sister name
All gassed now,
Judy, um, do you think we processed that 100%? Because yeah, I do. Okay. No, I was just checking, then another 20 minutes goes by, Judy, can we, can we
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