All over, all over Here?s a song that has never been laid out Among the whispers on a bed of a cold town I?m on job within hearing all night Come on
Hit a motel room Crashed out Called up a ho to get your dick sucked though Bad bitch phat backs green contacts Real hair, kept her feet all night
Bad tidings residing in liberal Until nightfall I might crawl outta the shadows in your sleep 'cause my wristbone's connected to the hand bone's connected
things, you know? Like we hope to change every single person's karma and that in turn will change and upgrade all the ecology problems, all the polution and all
Watch Out) Ta motel est ma villa?? (Your motel is my villa) 22 bordeaux iller iller than Bounty Killa Fait attention (Watch out) Jamaican muff in my Rover Cop, dont pull me over
the burger spot Stepped in all I saw was a herd of cock Went in my pocket, came out with the yack bottle Twist the cap then I took me a fat swallow All
anytime somebody faked or misrepresented the statement That flagured hatred went straight to the heart real or forsaken [Hook: Mayadia] Who killed Realness is what we ask Searched all over
single person's karma and that in turn will change and upgrade all the ecology problems, all the polution and all the air and everything, you know? And
to the burger spot Stepped in all I saw was a herd of cock Went in my pocket, came out with the yack bottle Twist the cap then I took me a fat swallow All
forget that I'm a trooper and you're troopette I'm Mr. Smurf and you're Smurfette I, take you, to the hotel You, take me, to the motel Like a rocketship
