, layered my hunger pains daily with rice and gravy Stuck between a rock and a hard spot as a juvenile Just made me wanna holla "Lord help me" But I had will power Stole a
ll sit you is space You won't be able to sleep when I get you a wake That's a funeral, holla, get a funeral, holla Necessary you'll get pretty at the
L A C you and me will gray so cleanly C A D I L L A C blowing smoke so high and freely C A D I L L A C you and me uh Blowing smoke so high and freely
make a small town in Cleveland pop "Vivrant Thing" on my hip, that will make you "Breathe and Stop" Rock ya chain in ya shirt, Your roll (Rollie) with the sleeve on top You
could get you naked in seconds Mac-a-deezy if you open up i'ma slide in easy But if it's cheezy let me smack you And call you all kind of bad words like
get up singing 1, 2, 3, 4, Five will make you get down now Everybody get up singing 1, 2, 3, 4, Five will make you get down now You gots to keep it real
run break a king down, sniff away the things i've done smoke a zip, a two a day boi my memorys done remember niggas injuries from the squeeze of a
Big L, Yea Ya'll [Big L] (verse 3) I'm stright loco, to hell with you and your broke hoe, you aint a big dog you more like todo, you got no dough,
disrupt the natural scheme The way that you do things wit a swing and have em rockin likea?¦ You say never you run, if ever you come It's never you run
boxed like biz You ain't wild cause you run with wild kids Now the chorus is gonna tell you what 8 and 7 is "at 8 you're a sucker, at 7 a motherfucker
city square for everyone to push You see my mission responsibilties range across the board And still I'd rather be a pen than a sword I swim a cold lake
You won't hear a thang, know you won't You too busy sleepin', won't wake up You can't deny it The kid pull the four out a little quicker You might end
and make a small town in Cleveland pop Vivrant thing on my hip, that will make you breathe and stop Rock ya chain in ya shirt, your roll with your sleeve on top You
you do me a favour? Could you beat me with a toilet brush? Phyllis: Beat you with a toilet brush? Aynsley: Shhh . . . someone might hear . . . yes, beat me with a
for jail They put me in a situation forcin' me to be a man When I was just learnin' to stand without a helpin' hand Damn, was it my fault, somethin' I did To make a
, and you don't stop You got the rhythm that makes your fingers pop (Repeat 2x) It goes 1 2 3, 3 2 1 An apple to a pear to a peach to a plum Listen
) Projects like Y-A, sell rocks, slide in my low-low, fo' sho'. Grab my pesos, compadre. Slow down, (aww shit). Don't take my photo, in a mo-mo, lookin
, you try to stay sane You get a little pleasure and you get a little pain You grab the brass ring, you know you've gotta try You keep right on a-grabbing