Tonight as I lay on the boxcar Just waiting for a train to pass by What will become of the hobo When his time comes to die There's a Master up yonder
I'm better than rice and beans when I rock you ocho to ocho Convertible, fuel-injected, that's why my style's well-respected I'm dope on the ridealz
and get your other friends, cause you comin with me Derrty E-N-T with the M-O-B See, no respect for the +Country Grammar+ So I kick the Dunn language,
Gimme dat Respect, better gimme dat Money, gimme dat Power, g-gimme dat Guns, gimme dat Freedom, g-gimme dat Pussy, gimme dat Drugs, g-gimme dat Gimme dat Respect
Dogg, then you switched to Treach Bit the Pharcyde then A Tribe Called Quest And you gots no respect for me, is that right? Well jump your ass on the train
oldie that?s for takin' it P now what?s left to play soley That?s for fuckin' wit me listen in the streets it?s a respect thang Can?t tell the tune
Might be a hard head, might be a soldier thug With a bitch got him sick, if he a sucker for love bitch His nigga's better show him who unified To get respect
I don't exactly want to apologize for anything, and now We're all mad and tangled, in secret rooms, with Roman candles On an endless graveyard train
to the right I move right into the firing zone and scream Drink, fuck or fight It's just a matter of respect Or is that something I missed This ain't no peace train
My style is like the reaction from too much acid, never come down Pass it around if you can't handle it Hang Hollywood niggaz by they soul train laminates
ground were we stand With the flag held in our hand Was first the redman's Guide of a ship On the first Columbus trip Was a brown man The railroads for trains
"Good morning, Brook-nam" Another stop on the train (Wake up wake up wake up ) We come to a stop that everybody got to make Whether you local or express
the time that they hand out But even without the cars and the ice, we stand out 'Cause everybody know us in the streets, we like royalty Commandin' respect
center on it, adventure, performin' the scripture A mad child prevailin' like a swollen member, so remember me As obesely, intelligence with diplomatic immunity A trained killer that's trained
focus cause greedy cats always chase us We all tryin to bust, so stick and move, stick and move Nigga on our train just because of our grooves Other
From Brownsville all the way down to Brisbean (Damn this brother's flow is insane) That's what I've been trying to explain Got no time to play games Keep it coming like the next train
force, trying to lock my source Where I'm from, hear the macs, techs, glocks and fours Hide the safe, nigga, lock the doors No respect for the cops and
Yo, yo, y'all respect my tour bus We got whores with no drawers ready to do all four of us Wildin', bustin' big bags of Ruffles Show money, rubber banded