Lyrics:
When we owe more than we're worth
And they're changing the locks on the doors
We raised glasses high to the bottom line
On a street engulfed in
When we owe more than we're worth
And they're changing the locks on the doors
We raised glasses high to the bottom line
On a street engulfed in
Columbus late at night
I feel like smoking so I'll probably take two hits
Before I do a couple lines
I'm on some fucking doja that I got up in my
off Suck it up y'all
You will join the line to take the pill Get the taste y'all
Nana Gotta do it You do it she do it
Cybersex Incorporated
Nana Gotta
to soothe
If you've got to believe in something
Believe in us cause we make it easy
Peace and love incorporated
Shop around
See if you don't agree
12 Speeds Incorporated
I'm a slide like a hockey puck, cops snatch me, oh no none
You a bad bitch, better show some
Run it up, fuck it up and then
scared
Pull up a chair
And let me tell you who I am
I'm the man with the plan
That can make you, understand?
Just sign the dotted line
I'll make you big
easy
Peace and love incorporated
Shop around
See if you don't agree
We think it fits you to a "T"
And the best part is it's free
I believe
We got
Shot out them lines
They were 900
That's Columbus
Gun smoke in the air
Niggas hollerin'
Bitches runnin'
Hot shit
Hoppin' off them blocks
Louis spinnin'
Poor Jack Kerouac, riding with his paperback Camus
In the pocket of his army fatigues
It's kind of hard to spend your time
Keeping cans of soup in line
line
When you've been the waist gunner
On a B.17 singing
Anger Incorporated
Anger
Anger Incorporated
Anger
Whoever you are
They will scare
No
coaches
But the white lines, kick up where my strokes land
That’s God’s plan, keep on hitting these
Forehands in front of no fans
And if I quit, hol up, I’m
Columbus
Now in Sherman oaks
Ohio state lose a game
They be burning boats
Said I can change shit
If I make a vote
What is your approach
Nope
You ain't
Chicken, nice fried chicken
Barbecue chicken, won't you send it down the line?
Say, everyone's talking 'bout chicken
Chicken's a popular word
But
They sent me an invoice
- "P&S to be returned to D. Incorporated within the date of _."
So I gave them a call. An angry one.
9-113-451208
I
no more
Call it Simmons Incorporated, since '74
Lotta money in this fam, think about it
Me wit Run-D.M.C., and him over at Def Jam
Well damn, how
Columbus
Yeah
I got the crown like a halo
International paper getting my pesos
Yeah
You didn’t watch my album trailer
You're setting yourself up for failure
White Fila's she like to bring it back back
I know pretty girls love trap trap
Columbus I can put you on the map map
Blessings keep falling on my lap lap
To follow our compass
Get lost like Columbus
All I need is you, me, and morning sun
Let’s close the door and run, run, run
We’ll see how far we come,
as much detail as I could possibly add
The events that occurred after Columbus's arrival
I stretch the time line all the way
To how we Native Americans live
An' he walked this earthly sod
This was sod that god would trod on
Till one day a stranger landed
With a line o'jive
Laid it on the natives till
Incorporated, since '74
Lotta money in this fam, think about it
Me wit Run-D.M.C., and him over at Def Jam
Well damn, how the hell you think we livin?
How you
see I am going to have time off
25 years off pyshic network you was right again
Now need I say more, our ghetto hot line is open for all calls
Call
Brouhaha music incorporated
245 Eighth Avenue SUITE 333
New York, New York 10011
March 27, 1997
TO: VERA re: making preparations for "h"
AT: 23
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