Lyrics:
leaving and I guess he knows what's best
But just in case would you stand by and help him stand the test
And Lord he's awful neglectful about church
Uh
Rather eat crumbs with bums 'fore I split my steak with you snake ass niggas
I rather stay down with my day ones 'fore I come around you fake
[Otis (& then Melvin - spoken)]
By and by, you knew that you make me cry. (By and by, knew you'd make me cry)
And my love for you will never die.
Your best by date passed yesterday
Probably cause you were display
Well at least you're
Not from an alleyway
I think I've got a stomachache
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Since you turned the tables on me
I've been steady and learnin' lonely
Keepin' this turntable spinnin'
Everything from Jones to Jennings
Slowly
the railroad tracks
I got a table for two, way in the back
Where I sit alone and I think of losing you
I spend most every night
Beneath the light of a neon
be the setters of examples
Findin rhythm in the static of your samples
Makin you move to the groove as we sooth
the ear of the listener
I used to be the apple of your eye
I had you with me every day,
But now whenever you are passing by
You're always looking the other way
It's
Can I have a taste of your ice cream?
Can I lick the crumbs from your table?
Can I interfere in your crisis?
No, mind your own business
No, mind your
rocks
My price is right, you could come on
Nigga, dimes n dubs just bring me your bucks
I'll hook you up with weed
Dope or angel dust my burner talk I'm
Can't tell the land from the sky
When you're in up to your knees
You soon find out who your friends are
Ah for the taste of it sweet
One more time
Clouds descending
I'm not policing
What you think and dream
I run into your thought from
Across the room
Just another trick can I
Weather
like a sweaty pit, sweaty sit, countin' your dubs
Either that or you gon' catch me on a mountain with monks
Loungin', ask your girl why her mouth on my
Yeah, clap your hands
We're having a party
Dancing to the music
Played by the DJ
On the radio
Cokes are in the icebox
Popcorn's on the table
horn,
Start celebrating,
Right this way,
Your table's waiting.
No use permitting
Some prophet of doom to wipe every smile away
Life is a cabaret,
search of the rich blocks, to lick spots, and kick rocks
From shattered glass, down the pig locks
Want tips by the clock
You niggas scramblin' for
I'll be on the way
Call me when you want
Call me when you need
Call me out by your name
I'll be on the way, like
Mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm
Ayy,
?
Fighting for crumbs acting so fly
Is this how you want to get by?
Making tables tips make you get high
See the game your playing
I'm not the one today, yeah
Dub Sizzla, dippin' on them 'draulics and D's
Spittin' shells at you niggas like pollaseeds
I'm spittin' pollaseeds
I crack 'em one by one 'cause I
to the sky i never hope in man
Though some are willing they're unable
But I'm the kind who'll be fine
With crumbs from the Master's table
I know this situation
at the table
You smiled and you waved your right hand
Then they called for a toast and
They all raised their glasses again
And there's a ten dollar ring on your
a horn, Start celebrating;
Right this way, Your table's waiting.
What good's permitting Some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away.
Life is
Two-zero-zero-three, and shit, it ain't the same
Better have a strap, my nigga, simple and plain
Put your nuts on the table, my nigga, let's play the game
Hurt you so
woman from oh so long
She give him whole heap of loving and satisfaction
She never ever set eye pon a next man
Support you when you down and even held
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