said the joker to the thief, "There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief. Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth, None of them along
the joker to the thief, "There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief. Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth, None of them along
her up (And then, and then) He turned on the bandsaw (And then, and then) And then along came Jones, tall thin Jones Slow walkin' Jones, slow talkin' Jones Along
those pictures off the wall I don't think I will need them all again I think the problem here is There's nothing wrong I guess that I can coast along
And the set posse players To MC LYTE and Queen Latifah Two ladies that got all the Ice's respect and that's right That's right girls, y'all are players (Players, players) To my west coast
the West Coast Gotta let this drama go I'ma straight up G, let's not pretend Dedicated to, all of my friends On the East and the West Coast Gotta let
leave the only home he's known Sailed out of the Gulf headin' for Saint Pierre Nothin' to declare, all we had was gone Broke down along the coast but
are falling all along the injured coast And if I have money, if I have children Summer skies, stars are falling all along the injured coast Say oo-wah
sometime?" And I fell back to the past and the grace that I lacked Blind in the praise that was smothering me Now I've left it so long, coasting along
't supposed to know Break the world in half and spit the ocean from coast to coast (Just to let you know) That I'm zone coasted And play the visuals
'm on fire (Touch yourself (Girl) I'm on fire Let me hear you say party over here And ain't shit over there East coast west coast everywhere Your mother
on Murdel Street makin' funky songs If you see him tell him Short said it's back on Let's get this money, midwest down South East coast, West coast ride
Too $hort baby here I stand From here to New York been known to jam Not one of those suckers that play rap songs Making those words to sing along I'm
the east coast Get ready Get ready Get-get-I tore all the way down the east coast I'm talkin' to you baby You! Get-get-get-get-get-ready Get ready You
sober you ain't that fine Don't wanna treat you wrong Don't wanna lead you on Here baby, hit the bong While the West Coast rolls along While we still
'mma put your beak on your fitted hat Where the liquor at? Sip of yak that bitch and a vicious track (?) Sly Pro tools to boast Joe smooth I coast to
(Winter) Heaven only moved once yesterday Before the moon and stars were born Angels makin' love And all along the coast of fear Devil come screamin'
the gulf coast He says the girls down there, well they're really the most, man Well I'm a little down under, but I'm feeling O.K. I got a little lost along
