unimpressed It's like our visit to the moon or to that other star I guess you go for nothing if you really want to go that far It's like our visit to
, more I feel like a molester So I wait for the day deserve it But every time I go to touch it, then she say I hurt it I can't even talk sex, and then
to speak, provided cobblestone Stole to steal parone, cut the heart up out of Caesar I protect the black Madonna shrine from seizures I survived the 80's child killings Excruciating pain like
the city It's hungry and cold, can't be controlled, it is mad Those who are fools are swallowed up whole And those who are not become what they should not
CHE In June of 43 there was a military coup Behind it was a gang called the G.O.U. Who did not feel the need to be elected They had themselves a party
It's gangsta, nigga It's too gangsta, nigga I keep it gangsta, nigga Wha, wha, it's gangsta, nigga It's too gangsta, nigga I keep it gangsta, nigga, wha
't care if these hoes love me or not long as I rhyme hot I'm gettin' head in my drop it goes on and on and on and it don't stop. [Chorus] [Verse Three
if these hoes love me or not long as I rhyme hot I'm gettin' head in my drop it goes on and on and on and it don't stop. Chorus Verse 3: One thing
the week wasn't complete It's like a nigga feel better after dumpin' his heat On feet, just to see that body slumped in the seat Was like a whole nother
it, Charlie the Rainer is you wit us? We upset it how you did us, laughin at em tryin to kid us And vow to tear it up like Home Alone without the sitters
was never, a playa hata or baller bigit Every week, pay em all a visit I bring Pamela Lee to the P's so we all can dig it I popped enough alcohol so
hoes, out my Monte Carlo You can stay or you can follow I'ma talk like a dog, walk like a dog Fit like a dog and spit like a dog I'm a D O G, you know
rhymes like I'm the big apple Or new york or whatever you call it, I don't even care Cause if I can make it there, I can make it anywhere So, I walk the
funk Knock all of their gold tooth loose To show you what type of stuff I'm on You can't puff or sniff it Because I was born with it The Funkadelic
team quarterbak, dis auto-moss dat shine so bright it'll give ya azz a heart attack It's bout 2 get ugly, sam cassel up in dis hoe, ballin like kobe,
've thrown it all away Now it cuts like a knife - but it feels so right It cuts like a knife - but it feels so right (EVERYTHING I DO) I DO IT FOR
way Still you pray, you never stray Never taste of the fruit You never thought to question why It's not like you killed someone It's not like you drove