Текстове на песни:
Bread Come Again

him and want him to change He says that he'll really try Hear, how often you hear as he's closing the door And softly you say goodbye Come again Come again

can point your fuckin' fingers And say, "That's the bad guy" So say good night to the bad guy, go on Last time you gonna see a bad guy like this again

a-docious Most ferocious Cash all in my holsters Burn more bread than toasters You must know this, the cats I'm with is the coldest Hip-hop quota but quote this Back on the track again

me back Yeah hearin' me rap is like hearin' G rap in his prime I'm, young H O, rap's Grateful Dead Back to take over the globe, now break bread I'm

back Yeah hearin' me rap is like hearin' G. Rap in his prime I'm, young H.O., rap's Grateful Dead Back to take over the globe, now break bread I'm in

a hell of a flow We got paper to blow my whole clique pop bottles galore It's no secret the hood done peeped it When we come through, son, we look like bread

sorry that I'm just so fucking exciting, steadily courdial like this killa 'posed to and I wish you would really try to come get test me, you break bread

me and three prom queens my life's prom night and guess who's the Prom King they having a kissing fight and I'm Don King everybody know I'm coming soon

. You know those days when you wanted to choose To not get out of bed and get lost in your head again. You play the game but you gotta cut Cuz' you're coming