a rhyme through the rough and crazy times You call me a Hannibal lecture, yes I checked her They don't hear me though, so here I go I'm sick and tired
We got so much soul You can damn near see it Spinnin on a 45 I've come to the conclusion Clear the confusion My point is to rock Dis funky joint Dont
Ridenhour - walford Huffed and he puffed Huffed and he puffed Blew tha house down Now how dat sound Never no never Give up gotta gotta live up To my
granted 502 and still doin' Give a reason I'm hatin' October celebration the dead Of the black the brown and red sick and tired of being sick and tired
ocean of sharks and a back full a hack marks They say I'm fallin' off, yeah, they better call it off And get muscle and find another hustle quick Sick
Gary g-wiz - ridenhour - studdah man Microphone check Microphone check Can I get a check up from the neck up Can I kick a rhyme While I'm checkin my
Norman, ooh, ooh, ooh Norman, hmm, hmm, hmm Norman, Norman, my love Jimmy called me on the phone but I was gone, not at home 'Cuz I was out parked all
Whole lotta love goin' on In da middle of what? Say what? What's goin' on? I leave 'em home alone Dey turned into danger zones Studio shootouts, leavin
Little piece of my heart like Janis, no Joplin But pure hip hoppin' as they try to ban us Crazy flight time, no jacket or ticket Wilson Picket had soul
I'm keepin' a cool head, smart and calculated Tell da skinheads what I said and they hate it One dumb move they make A mistake a turnover, going, going
Pudim Are you ready? Uptown, on the corner, uptown Uptown on the corner, uptown I turn around and hear the sound of voices talkin bout who's goin to
Call me a Hannibal lecture, yes I checked her They don't hear me though, so here I go I'm sick and tired so Sly'll take ya higher When I'm takin
: Talkin dat drive by shit Everybody talkin dat gangsta shit Talkin dat drive by thang Everybody talking dat gangsta swang Slaves to the rhythm
: This is for the ones that do it This is for the ones that tell This is for the ones thats scared White mans heaven is a black mans hell This is
: Whole lotta love goin on In da middle of what? Say what? What's goin on? I leave em home alone Dey turned into danger zones Studio shootouts
: Little piece of my heart like Janis No Joplin But pure hip hoppin As they try to ban us Crazy flight time no jacket Or ticket Wilson Picket had
: Let me hear you say... I ain't mad at all Bought a fat jam to make you flip the script Don't want to sleep and misbehave Understand what I'm saying
: We got so much soul You can damn near see it Spinnin on a 45 I've come to the conclusion Clear the confusion My point is to rock Dis funky joint
