they do it? uncanny and immutable. This is such a happening tailpipe of a party. Like sugar, the guests are so refined, (look like melting mice) A confidence man
Yeah it's a picture; yeah it's a job Maybe that's why I do it so odd Walk around just like I was god Kick it so live, when I'm with the gods Freeway strikin
getting' all hurked up From a ghost-writtin' rhyme by a chump, word up It don't make you a big man, and To wanna diss Little Brother man, and We all
Biddy then gave her a belt on the gob And left her sprawling on the floor There the war did soon engage Woman to woman and man to man Shillelah law
in my boom box Thought I was bout to be on some radio Raheim shit Man that shit sound like some Vanessa Williams '88 I mean Olivia cute but they say that bitch a man
my boom box Thought I was bout to be on some radio Raheim shit Man that shit sound like some Vanessa Williams '88 I mean Olivia cute but they say that bitch a man
or so, she told me She'd been workin' for a man Who paid her twenty dollars just to hold him I found that very sad, very sad Feels like an odd job to
you go on tour and try to talk that talk You try to act like you're a big man but you're a big fag Stridin' and hidin' while ridin' my big man You ain
done the best I can There comes the odd occasion, sir When facing up to destiny We'd do as well as well remembering A man is but a man You have my
happy, how beautiful, he's dutiful, that Joe! Man 2 I yearn to see a chainsaw, a phsyco with a painsaw, How nice to see 'em slice each persons splean. A nut job
harem girls, a chicken-eating geek, a fortune teller, a bearded lady, a fakir with a snake girl, a reptile man, the odd 6th exhibit, Dolly Dimples,
am, The odd job man I'm a tradesman, I know all the tricks There's not a thing that I cannot fix Beginners use my concrete mix I'm stan yes I am, the odd job man
time Yeah, whatever One time for your mind, one time It sound clever Hey yo Nas, fuck that, man that shit was fat But kick that for them gangstas man,
understand why he the man, I'm singin' 'bout a king They don't like it when I decide to mike it Wait I'm waitin' for the date For the man who demands
' longer, my game gettin' stronger A nigga been on one, I thank God 'Coz life in the city of stars is gettin' hard And it's odd for a G to get a job So
a shake And a couple pain pills that he stole from his mama From when she hurt her back at work now more drama Got fired from his job so he can't afford
to everybody in every hood man. No matter where ya at, where ya from. New Orleans, Mississippi Vancouver, London, T. Dot Wherever you at, I don't even care man
move. Don't take this the wrong way, I know it might sound odd. I'm the next double 0, I'm the right man for the job. So I wish I was James Bond, just