Lyrics:
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
interested in two things . . .
Bozzio: Now, wait a minute . . . all I have to say is God help me! . . . Even though I have this . . . this fucking mask on .
to uncover sons that lost mothers daughters that lost father's and sisters that lost Brother's it's time to recover awaken from the sedation the spell we under
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
And that's word to my mother in law
I be pushin' that fuckin' raw
Like no rubbers at all
Y'all might think that's kinda dumb
(condom) but my sons never
Mama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosa
Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac
Don't hate me, I'm too hot and you're not
Shooting at me, with the only shot you got
Ja, quit
talk about this shit my hate for you is expanding
You don’t understand it, it’s like you left your own son stranded
Didn’t give a fuck if I was here
think for a minute
Nah I said think for a minute, no
Turn the lights out, let me think for a minute
A minute or two
So by the time this comes out, I'll
honored by all
Chorus:
cve, cve Maria
cve, cve Maria
cve, cve Maria
The mother of Jesus, the mother of all
Verse 2:
Struck with many arrows as she watched
Son said my mother when I was knee high
You need of clothes to cover you and not a rag have I
There's nothing in the house to make a boy's
Now listen to me well, son
Milky-White must be taken to market
Mother, no, he's the best cow in the world!
Was
She has been dry for weeks now
from you
(Yea, but) but I gotta go now
(Wait a minute) I got another call on line 2
(But I ain't through)
See I'm sick and tired of all these church
hate sauerkraut
That's all I'm really tryin' to say
And, by the way, if one day you happen to wake up
And find yourself in an existential quandary
mother screams picking
Out his casket harsh reality, it seems like
It's simple mathematics, it's not
It's trigonometry
(trigganometry) divided by some real
vision
No warm welcome for mother and son
Just
The rank smell of ass-crack, funk, and cum
But Mommy's prayerful strength-her best defense
She,
vision
No warm welcome for mother and son
Just
The rank smell of ass-crack, funk, and cum
But Mommy's prayerful strength-her best defense
She,
Son said my mother when I was knee high
You need of clothes to cover you and not a rag have I
There's nothing in the house to make a boy's
mothafucka, hey yo grab this P
Welcome to D-Block, a place where little niggas is killas
And the mother's raising the sons to turn into gorillas
tryna smash once, you could keep her
I gave that trick the thumb, bye Felisha
My Method just as blunt as my Cohiba
Two more minutes
Done
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
She watches dust swirl in the strange light
Her mother's stories
Aware that her body is separate
She turns two
The sound of children playing outside
make babies
And leave a young mother to be a pappy (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman and our game
to win
Diz to the outside, 2Pac up the center
A ten minute game and we were the winners
The boys started smackin', talkin' that slack and
till he see
a nigga like the Tecca Nina
If you looking like an enemy (Bust)
We don't ever stop and take a minute we (Just)
Breathe
Hey son, what the fuck are you
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