a wristband You a grown man, nigga, stand tall Don't it hurt, 'cause you really ain't a nigga, dog? Don't it hurt, 'cause you really ain't a nigga,
on it So jam on it, say what? The sweet old beats my speech radiates I grab the mic my voice resulates and penetrates I make the B boy emulate A buck-fifty still swinging like a
so you can take, take, take a nap Then back to makin' dividends, I'm in the wind Somewhere hot, I stay on islands longer than Gilligan Sippin' on a
sleep in Paris And wake up in Tokyo Have a dream in New Orleans Fall in love in Chicago, Mayne Then we can land in the motherland Camel back across the desert sand Take a train
a trip I might as well cause you don't want me no more Your kind of lovin' won't be easy to forget when you gotta go you gotta go I might catch a train
's been awhile since I saw you ultraviolet smile And U don't dans to Tekno anymore Take it way: (Dwayne Love) Bein' a lover man and a DJ Lotsa girlz
floor It's been awhile since I saw your ultraviolet smile And u don't dans to Tekno anymore Take it way Bein' a lover man and a DJ Lotsa girlz come
me and bitches runnin? the train It's like a dream, I called my team and started flippin? Lock the clip in started liftin? niggaz off the ground like a
fix shit When beef come I'm never tryna find me a biscuit Late night I'm never tryna find me a quick trick Call me I'll tell you how stupid a bitch get
long will it take the ball to fall? How deep in the ground will it make a dent? A + C = D - A Math A + C = D - A Math A + C = D - A Math 2A + C = D How
To see the kid roll through in the St. Pat's Socks So pull out the Chicago and the script to wear on Soul Train The Bulls, when Mike had hair and a gold
law You better start makin' the love 'Cause I'm in need of a miracle (Aaa) (Huh) Took a train, eh Took a train to New York And then I drove into Chicago
outside it's starting to snow Weeks ago I left you in sunny Caroline Sittin' in our home in the pines I got a job to do that takes me away from you
a stank up in the Busch Or a stank up in the White House Shootin' board bullshit Man, it's dead props Here in Chicago But hit this hi-lo Warriors come
I'm sittin' in a honky in Chicago, With a broken heart and a woman on my mind. I matched the man behind the bar for the jukebox, And the music takes
the last one to Paris Puff we can run a train cuz I wake up with sex on a plane sippin? sex on a beach, havin? sex on a plane Game, she callin? my name
't my fault I'm such a little ham I love a fool with a camera But his game was a sham, I grabbed my ho from Alabama: We take the stage, ready to rage
slash and committed decapitation Left the knife in the neck of the man on the left And hoppedover the fence, took a short breath *whew* It didn't take but a