For the rest of my days forget about your man No he don't know a thing about the Difference between a woman and a man Cause all I wanna do Is baby hold your
created to protect the neighborhood, now All you red now, all you blue now All you yellow now, follow me now To that place of righteousness Where the only thing that matters is your
Isn't that odd, instead of sayin' my dick's hard It's not about knockin' you, do you feel like clockin' loot? Forget it, act stupid little sucker, I'll
little place That I once used to call home sweet home My first year in 9th grade, can't forget that day at school It was cool till your man M C Sham
That's my dying where are the others nammy you beat And kept driven now in my heart they do a big hole 'Cos my little, little, little toes started jumping
to go where they let you do your thing in a cup And you take a diagnosis, you see your boy Shock G wrote this To open up your mind, do you know who I
say intelligent design You say you want a revolution, you out of your mizind Your sons' destitute, and their pops all in the prison My man's back in the
heart in ya house and with ya family y'all You cant buy happiness and sax 5th ave It's with your brother and your sister and your mom and your dad So
forget em fist fuckem, dump em, in the truck and find another trick, to lick dick, to the tip down to the asshole, lips red like tabasco A little rascal
from the Boogie Down Productions, of course our music be thumpin' Others say they're bad, but they're buggin' Let me tell you somethin' now about hip hop About
My kind of bitch ain't like your bitch 'Cuz my bitch don't bitch at all My bitch don't blink, she don't even think About money or fuckin' mall My kind
little brain I ain't gotta spend a thing for me to hit ya dame I smoke so much dro hoe I might forget your name Stop don't make me cock it and pop it
look practically real I'll need a little stock To start me in Bangkok! If you want to die in bed Forget about your karma When your life hangs by a thread
he gone pay Sidetrack, forgot your point It's a 10 to 4 bet that you ain't gonna forget that Get your peeps up off my cheese Put your money in the pot
mickers by their hand Bow legged bitches with the bigger Gaps than the Band Tell me a little bit about yourself bitch Tell me a little about your history
lions den doors open at ten Can't wait don't be late cya there bring your friends Bring your friends bring your friends Chorus It's about a curious place
dead people buried and forgotten about *Dad? I need to borrow $300 $300? What for, son? Well, I got Jenny knocked up again! Son, did I ever tell you about your
